Yesterday, I spent the evening upstairs, drawing at a low table. I was aware that our cat Jack had entered the room, I was even more aware when he stood up on his back legs and rested his paws, 'old man in bar' style, on the table in front of me. He got into rubbing his chin on the top of my pen, which was quite cute, until he started to dribble over my drawing pad.
I was using fibre tip pens and watercolours at the time, so I coloured the saliva with a drop of ultramarine. 'appreciation' done, he was content to go over by the radiator and settle down for the evening. Bless him.