Footie.

A calico tabby purrs and juggles a soccer ball while a tuxedo cat watched from inside the goal net. "You wanna kick that thing over here?" The tuxedo girl asks the calico tabby girl.

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.

ARE THE OLYMPICS ACTUALLY HAPPENING?!

A woman with glasses waves her arms and says, "Everyone has to watch the Olympics on TV now! I bet we'll get so much coverage I'll hate it by the time it's over! Unless it gets cancelled."

Around the room, chaos ensues. A fluffy tuxedo cat is balanced on the television, declaring, "I am on TV! I have balance! I have grace! Give me a medal! I earned a medal! I want one." Another tuxedo cat is reaching up the TV saying, "My turn! I should be up there with you. We can do synchronized stuff."

The puppy looks at them and says, "Did you do nips? This looks like violations."

On the couch, The Fluffy One says, "At last, something good on television!"

A grey tabby lounges on top of a window valance. He says, "Dammit, Baby Nephew Son, get down from there, it's not safe!"

Babycat, his mother, lays on a pillow at the window looking up. "Baby, get down from there, it's not safe!"

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.

Hello, Boys!

A woman with glasses and purple hair tells two small tuxedo cats: "I'm sorry boys, somehow three months of comics got deleted when someone sat on the keyboard so this is pretty much your introduction." A tuxedo cat with half a white moustache says, "Wow." The other, fluffy tuxedo cat, says, "This information does not spark joy."

At last, the reason the comic wasn’t a priority for a while there. 😻

Also most likely the reason why the comic this is a re-creation of was deleted, but let’s not go there. (It could’ve been Uncle Fluff.)

So yeah, how cute are they? I hit double fluff jackpots twice in my life and can’t wait to share some of the stuff they’ve gotten into since their mom carried them into my life. SOON.

Do I Still Leave The Leaves?

A woman stands in a backyard tangled in vines near an overgrown hedge. "To the leave the leaves people..." she texts on a phone, "How long do I leave the leaves?"

The age-old dilemma.

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.

Late again, as usual.

I have a comic I was working on for today, but then I got sidetracked trying to make a new userpic without a mask and, well, I got carried away.

An outlined drawing of my own head.

I plan to color it, but my arm is numb from a water filter incident and, well, I’ll get to that story too, one day.

Where is the next comic?

Babycat, a calico tabby with a white chest and paws, looks up at the camera indignantly as her son, a long grey tabby, takes up her box and spills over, also looking a little pissed off.

“My son is very intense and he took my box, when are you going to make comics about this?”

“Mom, I’m a good boy, why won’t my girlfriend love me? MOM?”

…yeah, there’s a comic coming this week, I’ve been working on it all week. I HAVE BACKUPS. It’s just not done and that’s my life now. But look at these cuties. These cuties aren’t in the next comic, BUT THEY HAVE STORIES TO TELL.

So, Where Were We?

A woman with short hair an a padawan braid holds a coffee mug and a piece of rye bread with peanut butter. A face mask is dangling from her left ear. She says, "So, where were we?" Nearby a purple spider in a top hat hangs from a tree branch and says, "How much time do we have?" A fluffy black cat licks himself and purrs near a hedge.

Yeah, so…it’s been a while, huh?

I’m going to try to catch up but let’s be honest, you don’t even remember where we left off. Last week was 17 years since I started this comic, and last month was The Fluffy One’s 18th birthday, The Puppy’s 15-year Gotcha Day, Babycat’s 2nd anniversary of living with me, and her son is now 2, and where I left off was trying to explain what happened when he met a girl.

(All my cats are spayed and neutered, even random ones I’ve met outdoors, but how we got to that was…well, you’ll see? There were some funny bits.)

Anyway. I think I’m back? We’ll see. No schedule yet, I’ll get to that, too, weather permitting.

Top Men Are Working On It.

A grey tabby lays next to an open PC. A fluffy tuxedo cat lays on the side panel of the PC. They appear to be looking at the open computer.

Where were we? Last January one computer went poof as I was working on a comic you all haven’t seen yet, that one is safe on a drive…that wants a password to access? I’ll get to that. The old PC I used to put together my comics followed in July. That drive was fine, but with the computer dead, I wasn’t backing up what I was drawing with the laptop, and I don’t want to get into the three months of comics that got deleted before I could finish and post them.

But there was this other computer just sitting there under my desk, not as new as the first one that failed and not as old as the other wreck. No, this computer’s only flaw was it ran Windows Vista.

So it’s been upgraded to a dual boot of Windows 10 and Linux Lite, and I have Krita back so can draw, and luckily still had a copy of Paint Shop Pro 7 Anniversary Edition, because my install CD cracked. Without that none of the comics would have words. Maybe I don’t need so many words.

Anyway, these guys tell me they upgraded the RAM and if I keep holding up their story they’ll start drawing it themselves.

Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

The Puppy stands at a window wearing a green hat.
“Oh hey, it’s St. Paddy’s Days.”
The Fluffy One wears a green derby.
“Indeed.”
A tabby looks nervous about a green hat.
“Oh no.”
A silver tabby leans away from a green hat.
“OH NO!”
A fluffy black and white cat reaches for a green hat.
“I would like the green hat.”
A black and white cat with a white nose wears a green hat.
“Wow. So this is St. Paddy’s day.”
A black and white cat glares at me for trying to put a green hat on her.
“I need a drink.”

Hey hey, it’s the first post in two months! That plan to post from my phone didn’t work at all, but I finally have Krita re-installed on my computer, and I am still alive, so maybe it won’t be three months until the next post?

Blue Skies….

A rainbow painted on a river rock.

How’s everyone doing today? Good? I hope so. I can’t wait to tell you what I’m doing today but most likely I’m exhausted right now so you get the first bit of artwork I made this year.

(I was spaying and neutering Team Tuxedo, good lord I was nowhere near Washington DC but yay for awkward scheduled posts!)

Happy 2021!

Wow, you think I would’ve had something cool drawn for today, but believe it or not, I’m still going on side quests to get Krita back on a computer. And back up my photos. And clear space on a hardrive. Also my Nan’s PC got corrupted so I reinstalled her OS and while I was at it, I put a spare drive in. Now my photos and comics are backed up there, just in case.

But I took the night off to ring in the new year, and everyone had some crunchies.

A photo of The Puppy, a tan dog with a white muzzle, wearing 2021 glasses.
“Oh hey, Happy New Years.”
A photo of The Fluffy One with 2021 glasses nearby.
“Indeed, it is the new year.”
A photo of Babycat, a calico tabby, loafing in a box with 2021 glasses in a neighboring box.
“Happy New Year, baby.”
A photo of The Kitten, now a full-grown silver tabby, standing over the 2021 glasses.
“AHHYAAAA I’m gonna party!”

“…Will you party with me?”
An animated GIF of a fluffy tuxedo kitten spinning the 2021 glasses.
“I will party with you, Uncle Dad!”
A photo of a tuxedo kitten with a white nose posing next to the 2021 glasses.
“Wow. This is a party?”
A photo of a mom tuxedo cat sniffing the 2021 glasses.
“Weird place to leave these things.”

So that’s us and where we are now. The comic is coming back because I need the stories to be told.

There are also 1200+ older comics that I have to bring over here. So more adventures await. Cheers!

A photo of Lynda, wearing the 2021 glasses and a ridiculous hairband that reads "Happy New Year!" The kitten sits next to me, looking like he wants to eat the hairband.
The best part, as always, is the cat.
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