“Awwwwwwww!” Thalia stroked fabricated feline fur. “Sweetness in a sketch today!”
Urania scrolled in search of inspiration fur for Drawist’s next attempt. “Skill-building stirred.”
“Wasn’t it funny… what Sister Monica Joan said when caretaker Fred started raising pigs at Nonnatus House?” Cal’s eyes twinkled. “Not sure if it’s true… we’ve never cared for a pig… but her declaration gave me a smile…”
Dogs look up to us, cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.
~Sister Monica Joan
Call the Midwife is a tender Netflix series filled with thought eliciting scenes. I’m watching in small doses. Thank you Kara for recommending!
Sign: “Hospitality: making your guests feel like they're at home, even when you wish they were.” 😁
The sketch makes me picture a cat crawled under the blanket with her person to give a cheek rub. Followed thereafter by more serious nuzzling until somebody gets breakfast!
When I was cat-sitting many years ago (before Deb, still single, watching cats for a friend) I would still sleep in on weekends. Or just doze with my eyes shut. One of the boys decided I had been in bed long enough. I felt him jump on my bed, walk over to me, walk gently on my chest, and sit there. I felt whiskers on my nose, and cat breath. I remained eyes-shut and immobile. Then a paw gently, gently felt my eyes... my nose... my mouth... (cats apparently don't know how to check for a pulse?). I opened my eyes. He came to attention sitting on my chest, with an expression that clearly said, "Ah! You're awake!" And then cocked his head to ask, "So!... We ever having breakfast?"
Love this sketch ✍🏼😍✍🏼