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Puppy Pal Cyber Shoutout!

The Puppy is on the floor with an open laptop. "Oh hey, I'm just hangin' out on the Internets with my puppy pals, totally cyber sniffin', you know." From the laptop comes eight calls of, "Hey!" and one, "CHECK THIS OUT!" In the bottom panel, The Puppy looks at the laptop screen skeptically. "Oh hey, did you just wee on your computers? Hello?" Over the computer comes a zapping sound.

Whaaaaat, a Friday comic?! Internet Puppy Pals are having a fundraiser! It’s everyone’s worst nightmare, my bestie and her mom are being kicked off the land where they’ve lived for years with the adorable and sweet dogs they’ve rescued, and they can’t take the dogs with them. My friend wants to make sure her nine dogs survive this bullshit and she’s raising money to get them into a no-kill shelter.

Even if you’re broke, you can help by sharing the link. Please click through to read the whole story and thanks!

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-us-keep-our-home-amp-dogs-with-a-septic-install

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The Hot Man Club

M'Man sits on a table watching an Congo African Grey parrot fly in. "Whoo, bebbe, am I glad to see you! These can ain't gonna knock themselves off the table on their own."

The Hot Man Club just got a little hotter. 😘

You’ve met this hunkbird before. His name was Roscoe, and he saved America with his fart jokes. I wish I’d gotten to meet him in person, but some of the happiest times are when I drew him. (And yes, I DID draw him here, it’s pretty obvious I love my cousin birds, my cats, the sky and grass, but not chairs and table legs so much.) The Hot Man Club only requires chairs for getting around. Closets are where all the action is at the Hot Man Club.

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Sticking Around

I'm wearing a dark hoodie and holding a stick that could totally be a double-bladed lightsaber. The Fluffy One is playing with the stick, Babycat is pawing at it, and The Kitten is flipped over in the air, grabbing at the stick. "This stick belongs to me now, uncle!" The Kitten declares. "My boy!" Babycat says. The Fluffy One says, "You stop being dangerous and get down here! Stick cannot be played with you walking around in the sky!" The Puppy just stands there asking, "They fly now?" The spirit of The Slinky One hovers nearby, telling The Kitten, "You get that thing, little baby! Then give my bro a hug and chase his juicy butt!"

The Fluffy One’s always been a fan of sticks. Other cats can have the ribbons and feathers and squeaky chirpy things, he knows where the action’s at. This week his sweet nephew discovered the magic of sticks and was hooked. I said, “What have I done?” a few times as I searched for a place to hide the stick, which wasn’t easy on account of all the laughing.

New Star Wars this weekend! I’ve lived through the LAST STAR WARS EVER three times now, first in 1983 and then in 2005, and I’m looking forward to enjoying this one. I find it’s easy to enjoy Star Wars when I avoid people talking about Star Wars, and I had the time to make this comic because I’m off most social media until I see the movie. I guess you could say the only sticking around I’m doing will be with actual sticks. Oh ho ho.