martinimade

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

Every single damn time. Every time.

We’ve seen the same damn cat every morning for eight freakin’ years on the same freakin’ step with that same freakin’ mind-control freakin’ face. Eight. Years. 

Every single damn morning, Hector barks his damn head off, like Satan himself is trying to jam a red hot coal in his right damn nostril. Every. Time.

What? 

No, I don’t know the definition of insanity. 

But I do know there’s something messed up about that cat.

Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.