MardiArt

Monday, July 30, 2012

Monday, July 16, 2012

IF … Lost

     Into the pink drink, I sink.

   Peet?
   Peet?
   Where are you, Peet?
   Peeeeeeeeet!

   Well, isn't this a fine how-do-you-do.

Monday, July 9, 2012

   Yippee … let's eat!
   Lunchtime is the perfect opportunity to practice our Cirque du Soleil act.
   Sometimes there's even a bonus to our precarious positionings. If we end up
   nose-diving, my fur becomes a lovely shade of pink for at least a week.
   (Peet, however, is of a different opinion, as he believes the color brings
   his manhood into serious question).
      Peet, more to the left and … whoa …"
          "Peet, more to the left and lower! Whoa …"
        "Peet, more to the left and lower! Whoa …"
           "Peet, more to the left and lower! Whoa …

Friday, July 6, 2012

IF … Refresh

   There is nothing in the world like a good long nap
   to rejuvenate a girl's spirits. Why, I feel as fresh as the
   first day of Spring! And so, just for you, I will now
   perform my happy dance, á la Isadora Duncan.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

IF … Secret & Space

Tucked deep inside the garden is a peaceful sanctuary
where we escape from all our worldly cares.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

IF … Shiny

a close encounter
The transport device was just up ahead. It sat, twinkling in the sun, making the eeriest sounds. First it seemed tortured and wailing, then changed to an odd gurgling. We moved in for a closer look and soon found ourselves locking eyes with an alien life form. (Incidentally, we thought it rather curious looking … not a speck of fur on it, or a tail. Still, it wiggled a bit.) Something about it's gaze though, made us feel all sun-shiny on the inside.

IF … Hurry!

Catch him if you can!
A tail retold.