The Day Began Normally Enough, Part 14

I'm making my peanut butter on rye. The Fluffy One asks for some while the Slinky One sits on the floor, purring. The Slinky One does a dance for whatever I have in my hand, but I tell him it's peanut butter and he doesn't like peanut butter. The Fluffy One puts a paw in the center of my bread and says, "Please, allow me." The Slinky One suggests they should be getting cream cheese.

Tomorrow is 14 years since this weird little comic began. Let us all raise a germy peanut butter in celebration! (Unless you have allergies, and then I AM SO SORRY. It’s this year, man, I swear.)

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