Thread:Kat2wind2archer/@comment-26863232-20180211163904/@comment-26863232-20180319012517

The moment you put the pencil down, Goldie manages to appear right behind you. “Oh! You have a pencil....” She makes a face, as if she’s contemplating something. “Um, just be careful with it.” She disappears before you can say anything.

You finish drawing your cat, and, before you know it, it springs to life. Its whiskers twitch and it moves like a real cat, except accompanied by the sound of rustling paper flesh. It looks up at you obediently.