“Little girl, move it over, I am 19 and me bones need the sunshine.”
“Babe, I’m 5 now, I’ll soak up the sun and cuddle you, how’s that?”
“Yes, yes. Whatever.”
My fluffy son turned 19 this week and today is 3 years since I hijacked my girlfriend off the porch. I didn’t want him to be alone after he lost his bro, I didn’t want her to live on the streets. No matter what happens in life, every day they are my dream come true.
If I had kept up with my comic the past two years, you would know a lot more about this golden man, but I’m planning to fill in the blanks eventually.
His name was Oscar Cornbread and he was my Peachy Pie Mango Man, leader of the Ginger Gang, uncle to the Tuxedo boys, and member of the Three Mouseketeers. His mom Coco left him and his siblings in our hedges back in 2019 and in summer of 2020 he struck out on his own, leaving our front yard…for our backyard. I tried to get him to live with me but he Looney-Tuned himself through the door back out to his family. He made me set up a shelter the likes of which no outdoor cats ever had. He also made me dabble in TNR and again, there are entire comic arcs based on that I will finish someday. If you flip back through the Three Mouseketeers tag you’ll see him everywhere. I like to think he’s joined the Hot Man Club and is still scaling trees in the sun and maybe coming into the house and sleeping on my head like everyone else does…if he wants to.
If you’d like to do something in his honor, consider helping out his “aunt” Sunny, who is out helping cats every darn day and has a wishlist of food and other supplies needed to care for them. Bronx Community Cats helped him from the day he lost his balls to the day he passed, and they deserve bajillions for all they do to help community cats, but every little bit helps.
So this is tiny princess Pebbles, she was totally purring and she loves me the bestest because I always have Churu handy.
Uncle Fluff is living his best life free of baloney like being locked in rooms and wearing sparkly glasses. He’s got a girlfriend who takes good care of him and somehow has a bunch of kids now.
The Puppy has discovered bacon-flavored dog treats and is hyped for the blizzard we’re getting. Really.
Captain Tinycat spends her quality time with Uncle Fluff and is learning to live with Team Tuxedo but still isn’t sure about that little one.
Tuxedo Mom now comes out and walks around the house all day!
This guy is now six feet tall and has to do time outs so the object of his affection can walk around but he just wants to love the girls and hang out with the guys and catch the red dot, is that so wrong?
Baby Dave thinks glitter glasses are a waste of time but he loves to play video games and makes his ancestors proud every day.
Dani wishes everyone a very fluffy new year and also wants everyone to know he still has the fanciest foot.
She considers texting her dad to come get her at least twice every day.
But they are all the best and I have lots of stories to tell and I just need to start drawing entire comics from beginning to end instead of a leaving a string of half-complete art in my wake and you will be as delighted and in love with them as I am.
Sometimes I draw on Twitch now but mostly I play video games that always seem to involve cats and dogs doing wild stuff. I also make entire meals for the humans now but that isn’t fun. I also fall asleep as soon as I sit down so I guess I’ll wrap this up. Cheers!
Happy Sweet 16, Puppy. I love you and I’m so glad you trained me to be strong on all our walkies so I can carry you up the stairs now. Here’s to lots more walking around the driveway waving at the neighbors. I love you. 😘
Hey, how have you all been? Going to the movies this weekend? We’re all super, can’t wait to show you our new adventures. I don’t go out to the movies because I like watching movies with my dog and cats.
Apologies to Stephen Sondheim for mangling his lyrics, HE KNOWS NOW.
Okay, so my Nan keeps a lot of books in the coffee table, my Mom didn’t like where I left the table when I vacuumed two weeks ago and pulled the table while sitting, and she is now so injured she can’t stand up without crying. We went to urgent care the day I was planning to draw Friday’s comic, and while nothing is broken, she didn’t really get an answer or much relief. Meanwhile my Fluffy Son, being 18, needs to see the vet occasionally for fluids and decided that week would be as good a week as any, so I staged an early morning escape and got him treated, now he’s better and the furry family is very happy but you’ll just have to take my word for it because drawing a comic isn’t a thing I can do while I’m doing everyone else’s stuff.
Did I mention my neighbor’s brother moved and couldn’t take his cat with him so the furry family is now a bit bigger? (She’s adorable, and very worried about what she’s gotten into.)
That story will have to wait, as one of the outdoor cats has just climbed a tree and I think he needs help getting down. (He jumped down, he’s okay!)
Also it’s garbage day.
And I have to make dinner. (Sandwiches.)
I was going to vacuum Thursday but I’ll do that tomorrow because my head kinda hurts and one of my feet is bruised and I can’t recall why.
I haven’t turned my computer on in a while, what’s new?
I just completed this comic 6 hours ago with a tuxie mommy standing on the keyboard. She made sure I finished it.
My girls haven’t played together…yet. They still stare ate each other like, well, “Are you the daughter of the trollop who stole my man?” and “Are you the mother of that maniac?” but they don’t fight and that’s a start?
These are things that should’ve already been in comics, but I’ll be honest, my human family kind of takes every last minute of time and last week my Mum pulled a table that was too heavy because my Nan keeps 10,000 pounds of books in it and, well, Mum’s injured. So now I have to do everything. Everything but draw my dumb comic.
I have one more scheduled and there are four more I want to make, but I’ll be honest, I don’t know if it’s going to happen. Other Olympic years, I’d have the strips all done weeks in advance but go back and re-read that last paragraph and apply it to every missing comic. From here on out I’m going to go at these comics like Olympic skateboarders. I don’t understand why I’m doing it, but when I make one I feel pretty good about it.
Who else is hyped for last year’s Olympics? I’ve seen every one of them on TV since 1980 and I rarely get sick of them. I get sick from sleep deprivation, yeah, but I never get sick of seeing people get along and do amazing stuff for two weeks straight.
It’s weird as hell this time, though. No fans, the IOC moving the bar for athletes that deserved to run, it could be cancelled at any minute on account of a plague, the usual.
I’ll be cheering for everyone no matter how much they get to do.
Well, recently, anyway. Last year I left the leaves, and I’m not sure if I should pick them up, this year things are growing and I’m not sure if I can cut them because what it something laid eggs on it? I saw a baby mantis running on a twig the other day and it was adorable but I need to pick up the twigs because it looks really bad and my cats don’t want to lay down on the lawn when they’re getting poked with twigs.
You can watch me finish this comic in a stream from Friday at Twitch or when that times out, see it forever on YouTube.