Now THIS is more like it. I learned my lesson with the grocery pumpkin that was as hard and nasty as it was short lived; after that I made my way down to Half Moon Bay, where pumpkins are not only sold literally by the barrel, they are these peoples' *lives*. They're also a great deal cheaper, so I was able to get more at a time and play with them endlessly. They call them different names, like "Sweet Cooker" or "Cinderella" or "Rhode Island Cheese", but I call them all "Buttery Baby Porno Pumpkins". Sweeeeeeet.
I saw a picture of this same design somewhere on the internet once, and it was the inspiration for this peice, but the particular cat before you is modelled after and in loving memory of Velcro. Dig ma stem baby.