This morning, one of the cats who lives here sauntered across the bridge with a mouthful of twigs and leaves. That is one of the funniest things I have ever seen. What is she gonna do, make a nest? She carried it down the hall to the boys. A gift?
Here's the bridge and you can see a little black fur. That's not the cat who ferries the twigs. Three of the five or six cats I see regularly have really big floppy bellies. And they're not pregnant. I think they're very well-fed. Or maybe their thyroids are funky?
And here, another doodle completed. This time the original belongs to Trish:
Dunno, just happened.
I really like watercolor and ink.