I had a cat named Bibi who was a master bouncer of balls. The Fluffy One has her Ninja skills. I have the mark somewhere in my scalp to prove it.
Ah, memories. I hope I remember some of this year. I forget who I am.
I’ve basically lost my mind. The Puppy accepts this as long as she gets walkies, and the cats accept this as long as I get them to the grass before the sun sets.
In a past life I was a total geek and I know the B’Omarr Monk came in a box. SO THERE.
Drew this during the heatwave. At 105°F I go into automatic mode. Then something’ll happen like The Puppy gets an ear infection from all the rain and it’s like OH HELL, SHOULDA GOT THE A/C FIXED. But then halfway up the road something else starts smoking so it’s like, not that big a deal anymore. Or wait, I mean after I met the 17-year-old tabby named Bonnie Jones and her people in the waiting room and realize all my minor quibbles are bull. Three hours to get a tube of Posatex. I’m done for the week. OH WAIT, I’m not, ’cause Mum’s got pre-knee things I don’t even…HEY LOOK AT MY COMIC IT’S FUNNY!
Also, after the age of Queen Elizabeth, there will be Kings of England for the rest of my life. This is…something I thought of.
Dogs…are good at storing food. Forever. Yeah.
29 years ago, The Puppy’s Grand Funk started a pantry.
The original Yin-Yang Twins: Birdwatchers.
Someone told me there’s still time for me to become a doctor. I instantly fell in love with him. Then I realized I in fact NEED a doctor first. Wait, there’s the strip, I just said that, didn’t I? YOU SEE WHAT I’M SAYING?
…What? I was gonna do my eyebrows.
Just another productive day.
Furry doctors may not fix everything but they make everything better!
Why, when you feel the crappiest, are you meant to be not eating things you like and, you know, maybe having a lie down? WHO CARES, IT’S PORKINS’ BIRTHDAY! 😀
Okay, so, when people aren’t feeling well, things like coordinating which light switch is on and which light switch is at the bottom of the stairs leads to comics like this. TRUST ME ON LIGHT SWITCHES, I KNOW WHAT LIGHT SWITCH DOES WHAT, OKAY?
If you know where this is going…you know more than me! Ha! Hrm.
(Seriously, I drew this two weeks ago and we still don’t have any idea what Mum’s next step to getting new knees is because the lady who schedules things didn’t call yet.)