Our cat Connie died. She was very old and it was her time…but I feel like I’ve been hollowed out and filled with lead weights.

She was a sweet, cuddly, grumpy, stinky, semi-feral little demon and we loved her so much.

Current work in progress: Survival. Snow. Boats. Chance of machete. #indiedev #gamedev

"Here moosey moosey..."

Quiet, non-judgmental, purrs happily in his sleep. 10/10 would eat lunch next to again.

The temptation to make my survival game a genial solo camping simulator is surprisingly strong...and yet I also crave peril. #gamedev

Not even remotely ready to properly announce this yet, but here are a couple of shots from my current WIP survival exploration game.

And Harry

You’ve possibly seen them before but we have Connie…

This is Connie, she dreams of the fall of all things.

A crisp Otautahi morning.

This is Harry, the answer to the question: what if Greebo was a gentle natured tabby cat in New Zealand rather than a flat eared evil minded feline menace on the Discworld.

I wasn’t sure what my first post here should be, so I’m going with: this is Milly, I get to look after her sometimes.