Comet the Kid print
8” x 10”
on archival matte fine art paper
Comet the Kid: They say there was a talkative little cowpoke named Comet the Kid, dressed in his finest tuxedo at Don't Stress Meowt cafe. This smooth-talking desperado would mosey up to folks and spread his arms wide against their legs, signaling he was ready for takeoff. When obliging visitors would scoop him up, he'd keep those little arms stretched out like wings, floating through the cafe while sharing tender whispers that carried the unmistakable aroma of his latest tuna adventure.
8” x 10”
on archival matte fine art paper
Comet the Kid: They say there was a talkative little cowpoke named Comet the Kid, dressed in his finest tuxedo at Don't Stress Meowt cafe. This smooth-talking desperado would mosey up to folks and spread his arms wide against their legs, signaling he was ready for takeoff. When obliging visitors would scoop him up, he'd keep those little arms stretched out like wings, floating through the cafe while sharing tender whispers that carried the unmistakable aroma of his latest tuna adventure.
8” x 10”
on archival matte fine art paper
Comet the Kid: They say there was a talkative little cowpoke named Comet the Kid, dressed in his finest tuxedo at Don't Stress Meowt cafe. This smooth-talking desperado would mosey up to folks and spread his arms wide against their legs, signaling he was ready for takeoff. When obliging visitors would scoop him up, he'd keep those little arms stretched out like wings, floating through the cafe while sharing tender whispers that carried the unmistakable aroma of his latest tuna adventure.
