Hey, he wrote it, on our walks.
Hey, he wrote it, on our walks.
I’ve been watching a lot of videos of the Ninja Twins, and my Slinky Son talking his head off. Yay for videos!
The Kitty Can’t Cope Sacks had to have some high-grade magical nip in them, he would lick them all night, sometimes while lying on my head. The sound of his spiky tongue dragging on the nip was the best way to go to sleep. If I had a white noise machine, I’d put the recording I have of his late-night SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE in there and be happy forever.
The Fluffy One is dealing with things.
The Fluffy One has been trying to interest The Puppy in running with him, but she was never a fan of cats running at her, no matter how hopped up on birthday cake she is.
He knows me too well.
This comic strip exists as a love letter to my cats and dogs, and so I owe it to them to keep telling the story, while keeping it as bearable as possible for you all to read. I haven’t wanted to get into my Slinky son’s health beyond what I’ve been sharing, because I have no life-saving advice for anyone, beyond adopt cats and love every minute you have with them. That’s the moral of the whole comic, really. Despite being in perfect health, cancer somehow got to him. He did not smoke, he rarely ate junk food, and was a fitness enthusiast, running miles every day of his near-sixteen years. He leads the way for me all the time, and now is no different.
He was able to enjoy ice cream and walks in the sun right to the end, and he was–and still is–so very loved. That’s all anyone can hope for, isn’t it?
I came up with all the comics you’ll be reading over the next few weeks while walking around with him, while he was still here, aware there’s really only one way out for all of us, but still happy he was with us. If you’ve been reading this comic from the beginning you know no one’s ever really gone, and I’m going to keep it as funny as all this can be because I personally hate those comic strips where the characters get old and die, don’t you?
I wanted to share some photos of him with his bro and his dog sisters, because nothing heals like a load of cat photos. Down at the end is a classic video of him in action with his bro and The Puppy.
Why are you still reading? Go watch that video! Go!
The Puppy keeping track of her brother is one of those things where you just go, I wish the world was that good.
The Slinky One was a perfect gentleman in the bathroom at all times, but that didn’t stop his Nanny-Ma from making the joke that he was just in there to watch ladies.
Waking up at the crack of dawn in late winter is only worthwhile when there are furry things to wake up to.
Did I really just make the joke you think I just made? I don’t know, you’re the one with the naughty mind. I’ve lost my mind, everyone, this is my coping mechanism.
This is pretty much what we do in the afternoons.
The Puppy has been amazing to her Slinky bro. If anyone else walked up on her, she would give them a piece of her mind. But he can literally walk all over her and they are legendary to watch and yeah, so this happened.
How do cats spread awareness for getting a bad deal with their health? By hanging out behind a couch or under a table, that’s how.