This pic started out as just a sketch of regular Felicia that I was forced into drawing because I was in a public place. Well, you know Blyzz just can't let Felicia stay normal all the time so I worked her into this little sequence idea that sprang out of me while I was studying for finals.

Cats & Milk: Part 1

"Nyaaaah!"
Felicia stepped outside and took a deep breath of the fresh late morning air. After spending all morning tending to the kids in the orphanage she felt it was about time for a break. After removing her nun habit, she stretched her legs and flexed her cat-like toes cutely on the cool cement.
She knew she wasn't supposed to take off her habit so early in the day; especially not outside, but she didn't care. Today she felt a little antsy from being cooped up all day inside.
She spied a flock of birds in the distance and grinned. Felicia's catlike instincts seemed strong on this particular day.
Felicia's ears perked as she heard the sound of a nearby truck. She looked down the road and saw a large truck pulling around the bend not far from where Felicia was standing.
The truck pulled up to the orphanage, parked, and a young man stepped out holding a clipboard.
"Is this the Feli-"
He stopped short when he looked up to see Felicia. She stared back at him happily, motioning him to continue, her tail waving back and forth.
"F-Felicity House Orphanage?" He finally asked.
"Yup! This is it!" She said brightly. "Is it a package for me? I'm the caretaker person... lady... thingy. I run it, nyah!"
The man, now visibly nervous, still staring Felicia up and down, turned slightly to open the side door of the truck. With a grunt, he pulled out a large wooden crate.
"Um ya." He lifted it and set it down heavily in front of her feet.
"Here's your order, ma'am." He said, adjusting his hat.
Felicia blinked and looked slightly confused.
"Two dozen bottles of milk, I believe." He added.
"Milk?" Blurted Felicia, her mouth salivating a bit. "I don't remember ordering any."
She tilted her head as he checked his clipboard again.
"Felicity House, right?" He said, carefully reading it.
Felicia toed the ground.
"I guess that is for us then. The kids could always use more milk. We usually get ours from the market. What's the charge?" She said holding her large paws in front of her politely.
"Says here it's already been paid." He said. "You have yourself a great day ma'am."
With that, he tipped his hat, stepped inside his truck, and drove off.
Felicia waved and knelt down to examine the crate. There was lettering on the side.
"C & M Farms? Hm."
She knew it was most likely a mistake but after thinking for a bit, she decided there was no use wasting it. Leaving her habit behind, she picked up the crate with ease and took it inside with her.
"Free milk is alright with me! Nyah!"

Setting the crate down on the counter in the kitchen, she carefully snapped the crate open with her claw and took out a bottle.
"Looks yummy." She said, popping off the lid and taking a drink.
"Soooo goood!"
She licked her lips and downed the whole bottle in a few gulps.
"Nyaah! Best milk ever!"
Felicia brought the crate to the fridge and began putting the bottles in one by one.
She cracked open another one and downed it hastily.
"Mmmm nyaaah." She purred, wiping her chin.
"Just one more bottle..." She resolved, opening another one.