No lie, looking up sleepy-cat-stretching reference images almost made me too tired to finish the page.


Reseda (thinking): Hmm . . can’t even see how big this space is. Better get big and find out.

Oof. Not big at all. And this form still stings but good.

Reseda: Hello! Hello, hello! Is there anybody out there?

Echo, echo! Hello-o-oo!

in the next cell . . . behind too much concrete to hear

Reseda (thinking): Hrmph. Wonder what time it is. How long was I out? How long until Master wakes up? Guess I better kill time until I find out.

Reseda (singing): To-morrow, to-morrow / I love you, to-morrow / You’re always a day a-way . . .