He’s a doll, no one minds sharing with him. Really. No, really, he and Uncle Fluff will eat out of my hand TOGETHER. 😻
“Sharing is caring,” is totally Uncle’s advice, he even borrowed that from him.
Okay, so half of this really happened.
The Kitten is really good at making pom-pom balls vanish, I should show him the coin trick Uncle Tiny showed me.
It’s a fair question.
From all of us to all of you, raising a bit of whatever creamy whip you prefer for absent friends.
As always, thanks for reading!
How does this fit into Thanksgiving? I am thankful for steroids, y’all.
(BTW I didn’t write The Kitten’s line, my Poppy said something like that to my Nan and they got married on this date and had darn near 30 awesome years together. 🥂)
Survey says neck skritchies are awesome, but I don’t advise allowing anyone to scratch your throat with a fork or any other sharp device, that is assault.
If she did her dance for you, you’d whistle for her, too.
If two cats ever needed each other, more…well, maybe Captain Tinycat should be included in that. But these two. I’ve already informed the vet he has to keep The Fluffy One alive another 20 years for The Kitten to have his Uncle Fluff at all times. I can only imagine how epic having TWO uncles would have been for Kitten bun.
Look at these two.
Still need to get video of the dancing and running they do. The Kitten would literally ride around on his Unc’s shoulders if he let him. But The Fluffy One is not into that. He’s cool with the ear grooming, though.
They need a camera on them at all times to catch the epic ball hunting moves.
Someone is turning six months old over the weekend and he just keeps getting handsomer and more huggable!
The new Harry Styles song Lights Up is some jazzy stuff, but purring is an awesome sound.
Well, my hands have fallen off from making this, so have a Happy Halloween and be careful crossing the streets. I wouldn’t want to have to bury you, you know.
Yes, really. Play safe in outer space, kids!
I know, I know, ant season is almost over.
This is where 16 years of going outties with The Fluffy One and his bro bite me in the ass, because every day and every night, Team Tiger is like, “That’s a great idea, let us join you!” and they don’t like wearing collars, or harnesses, and I feel like we already covered this in another comic. So it’s that scene from Temple of Doom every day, minus the spikes and stick insects (most days. We did have some epic mantises this year.) Seriously, Babycat is very content to stay indoors, it’s her son who wants to follow Uncle to the adventure beyond the door.
They do love playing with Uncle’s leash, though. 😹
(Quick note, from here out the comic is switching to Mondays and Thursdays unless I miraculously get loads of time to make a lot of comics again. No one is more bummed about this than me.)
Basically I’m just doing these to amuse myself now. I know most of them could defeat me in a dance battle, even if I am good at building things.