up with figs, let a sleeping cat lie.
April 08, 2015
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.
Our cat Barney, the one who we rescued from a barn, hence his name, is fixated on the sounds coming from behind the water heater. Sounds, of course, that only he can hear. He sits there, poised in mid-leap, muscles all taught and ready to pounce, listening. Then, unfailingly, he falls asleep like that, in front of the water heater, which is when all of the little mousies parade out. Squeaky jugglers lead the way, followed by the mouse marching bands and funny cars. Barney’s whiskers never twitch. He snores on, oblivious.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.
I LOVE THIS ONE!! YAY!
Posted by: anj | April 08, 2015 at 10:01 AM