Dear Friend,
I’m taking shelter under the art table. From here I can supervise properly.
The colours are flying everywhere today. When she settles in with her pens and paints, the whole room changes.
She’s scribbling again - proper scribbling. The kind where she leans in and scratch‑scratches with her pen the way I scratch the carpet. She’s forgotten her cup of tea again. Brushes clinking, water splashing, ideas swirling… and then the love hearts start.
They float out of her pen like tiny butterflies, drifting all over the room. I even saw a star today - and a flower. She never sees them. Humans rarely notice the magic they make. But I can.
Black ink in her hands, colours on the paper - you should see it. The whole room is glowing as if someone opened a window to the sun. I stretch, curl my tail around my paws, and close my eyes. It’s safe and warm here. When she’s in this funny, sparkly flow, our world is bright and good and full of love.
One day I might tell her that all those hearts she draws don’t stay on the page — they float around for hours, settling on everything we love.
For now, I’m staying under the art table, enjoying the magic while she creates.
Warm regards (and slow blinks),
Jimmy
Pencil Sketch and procreate, Jan 2025