A dark orange and brown tabby cat being scratched behind the ears by a light skinned person.
Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff.

I sat down to make a plan for kicking this creative outlet back into gear, but Ms. Poppy decided it would be better if I just petted her instead.

Then she farted. An unapologetic tuna bomber stank wafted from her bum. My eyes started watering.

I guess it’s good she can relax, but I need to buy a gas mask if she’s going to love me this much.