Drew a little something today, of my little writing companion Tyson when I'm banging out an article on the couch. He'll occasionally twitch when he's sleeping next to me, but, Tyson, it's truly an honor to be kicked in the face by you, you perfect little house cat.

My 13-year-old stuffed polar bear, Lindt, dreams of this every night—roaming the ice in a pristine world untampered by global warming.

Pencil sketch by yours truly.