After months of diligently drawing only on my iPad, I felt the urge to pull out my pens, my pencil crayons, and my paints. This piece was so much fun to do. Oh, how I’ve missed working traditionally… I hope I will make time to do this more often.
But who are they calling, I wonder…
If only my breakfast food could dance into my bedroom and feed me each morning.
It was a chilly night, and the family gathered around the fireplace. Francois was sitting in his comfy arm chair, reading his newspaper. His trusty beagle, Sir Tug, was curled up at his feet beside his cat, Mr. Snuffles, who was softly purring. Sir Tug was always a very comfortable pillow during Mr. Snuffles’ naptime. Sir Tug’s snoring could barely be heard over the roar of the fire, and the warmth filled the room with a glow. It certainly wasn’t chilly inside.
Captain Pawsome kept a watchful eye over the city of Catropolis. All the citizens felt safe knowing their hero was always close at hand and would thank him for his dedication and protection with purrs of appreciation and gift baskets filled with tuna cakes and catnip flowers.
Timmy felt at home among his books and his elaborately-decorated gallery wall celebrating his favourite tree. He loved to curl up in his favourite chair while reading a good book and sipping on a cup of nutty chestnut tea with a hint of chamomile and a splash of hazelnut milk.
We have two squirrels that have claimed our yard: one big grey squirrel we have named Thomas, and the other, a smaller red squirrel we have named Timmy. Whether they are friends or not, we don’t know, but if they were, maybe they would find time for a friendly game of checkers.