Fun fact: I have never seen The Lion King, and I have no intention of ever seeing it, but my first dog was a lion, and I met him 35 years ago today. Total ripoff, Disney, releasing your lion movie on Grand Funk’s gotcha day. OR IS IT A MYSTICAL SIGN?
My cousin bird was a champion at doing freaky stuff with her eyes, and I’m honestly not sure who would win in a staring contest between her and The Woman but I know it would be a thing to see.
Shoutout to the little bird that kept me company on July 4, too. The Slinky One used to assist me with my fireworks photos, but this year it was that little one. Birds rule.
Is this the heaven for border collies? Herding cows and squirrels? Do cows get rewarded for being your burger by still needing to be herded? What about squirrels, I would think heaven for squirrels involves a lot of nuts. I guess technically that’s what’s happened.
Shoutout to my bestie’s German Shepherd Krikkit, who better be running free in the sun with her kids and sleeping on all the pillows.
Shoutout to that squirrel who was already long gone before I got to that parking spot otherwise I’d probably have tried (and failed) to save him, too! 🤜🤛
Heeeey ladies!
While we’re on vacation, let’s check in on The Slinky One, m’Man, and the good sir who was only referenced in one other comic and he died already WHAT IS THIS YEAR. I did tell him to look for my Slinky son and m’Man, and if nothing is really over and just over there, then I hope they’re all getting along and not hissing at each other.
(tl;dr The Fluffy One is OKAY.)
A few days, that’s all. When I drew this I wasn’t sure if I’d be taking all of July off to just…I don’t know. Nothing I’ve got planned! I can tell you that much. The comic is back on 7/8 and you’ll be in some very good paws.
Bribery is always welcome at: https://ko-fi.com/LyndaN
I was drawing those other two comics you saw this week when all these red admirals started landing on me and the paper and the house and each other and everything! It was awesome!
Note that giving kittens rides on backs is not safe.
The Kitten is EVERYONE’S boyfriend.
To be accurate, it’s the season that it seems normal for me to be walking around in a tank top and sitting under trees. I mean, I was sitting out there with my furry children in February.
It’s going well. Really. I mean, they’re all still alive. Well, you know what I mean.
Poor Puppy, summer freaks her out.
(Everyone’s fine.)
Wow, I guess I should’ve realized Babycat would be hella protective of her baby. Before she had her kitten, she was like, “Hey, cat. ‘sup.” and my Fluffy son would look at her, but that was all. They had an understanding, you know? It’s turning out The Puppy is not having any cat fights on her watch, and I’ve explained that The Fluffy One is my baby and no one is going to be allowed to fly at each other from out of nowhere. Holy crap Babycat is fast.
They each get visitation with the downstairs pan, now. Keep in mind there’s an upstairs pan and a downstairs pan, and Babycat and her kitten have their own pan. They have more bathrooms than the humans they live with! Downstairs pan is no longer in view of the box where Babycat is raising her kitten to be a totally laid back guy, and so there won’t be any misunderstandings or trauma while the grown ups are weeing.
Doors, okay? Sometimes we close the doors to that room. I think they’ll be okay once the kitten can take care of himself. I’m sure they’ll be fine. I really hope they’ll be fine. OMG WTH.
Hey, I draw it how it was. I didn’t wanna bug her too much, not knowing how many kittens were on the way. Around 10:44 I peeked in and Babycat already had her kitten cleaned up and was nursing him. In the corner was the sort of thing you find when a cat has a kitten. I’d read to make sure there was one for each kitten, and so I was fascinated by the whole thing but yes, I Googled “What does cat placenta look like?” because I honestly wasn’t sure. And now I am. And now you all are, too. *ahem*
Forget that, look at this first super-zoomed up spy photo of my adopted daughter and grandbaby!
That’s the picture I sent around to everyone like I’d never seen a kitten before. BECAUSE I HADN’T OMG LOOK AT HIS WIDDLE EARS! (Seriously, The Ninja Twins came into my life at 3 months, and I guess Babycat was around the same age when I first saw her in the hedges with her mom and siblings. I didn’t even know the kitten couldn’t hear me squeeing over him at first!)
