*Originally posted at PoserPros, but I figured, what the hey...* -------- "Well, hello there," he said with just a touch of a lilt. "Don't start with me, buster. I'm in no mood for it." "Bad day?" The cat sighed. "And just getting started. Before you know it, they'll have me in more damn pictures than you can shake a bag of Kitty Treats at. Bad enough they saddled with me that collar that doesn't conform properly. Now, instead of being able to relax under the Global Illumination, it's gonna be work, work, work. You watch." "But don't you like -- " "Oh, sure, it's great in the beginning. Everybody loves you and makes little things for you: a catnip mouse toy, a litter box, if you're real lucky a piece of raw tuna, maybe even a couple of decent texture plates. I was talking to Jer's agent yester -- " "I'm sorry. Jer?" "Jerome? The mouse? Buck-ninety-nine?" "Ah, right." "He's just raking it in: houses, wardrobes, pose packages. But I was telling his agent, 'Manny, look, the good times don't last forever,' I said, 'Tell that boy to put something aside for a rainy day.' But they didn't listen to me. Uh-uh. Now he's living hand-to-mouth under the wing of some penguin. But I'll show them. I'm handling this instant fame thing differently." "Oh?" he asked, "and how is that?" "First off, no gratuitous nudity in any of my images. I already talked to Farr about that one. They can use a body double, as far as I'm concerned." "Well, that sounds reasonable." "And a strict limit on the number of renders before I start charging overtime. I ain't gonna find myself over-exposed like Jer. I'm gonna be like that Toon Dog..." "The what?" he asked. "See?" the cat answered with an enigmatic smile, "Works, don't it."