martinimade

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective days 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 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 might make both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

Yes, Hamish, you have every right to be proud. Get it? “Proud??” Like bunch of lions? You’re walking a kitty cat? 

Well I thought it was funny. You don’t have to get all sniffly about it.

Fine. 

Anyway, what I was going to say was it is an amazing thing that Sir Fluffer Waffle will walk on a leash. I do. But what I never said was that it couldn’t be done. I knew it could be, for someone as determined as you.

No, I did mean anything by that. You are just a man of strong will, is all.

Fine.

What I actually said was that it shouldn’t be done because, seriously? It’s unnatural, Hamish. Cats on leashes. It’s like goldfish in water goblets. You can do it, sure, but it tends to not work out well for anybody.

Yes, I will be like that. And, no, this has nothing to do with what you said about my mother.

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