I’ve long held a bathrone is one of mankind’s finer inventions. Broad and bulky enough to ensure modesty, comfy enough to sit in and drink coffee before mustering forces for the day, and at times warm and encircling enough to convince one that all’s right with the world even when everything else is riotously against that premise.
I love this cartoon because Petunia embodies that so-rare smug sedate happiness that is at odds with my modern digital lifestyle. First of all, nothing is sedate. And second, smug happiness is so often met with irony that its healing powers have little to no time to work.