Easy Like A Sunday Morning?

The Fluffy One claws my sleeping mask off my face and yells, "Human! You must run through the house with me!" I ask "Where's bro?" The Slinky One, wearing sunglasses and surrounded by toys, says, "Well, I'm under your bed! I've been walking around this joint all night looking for an open door, what're you trying to pull with me? I would like some ice cream and you're stopping me! I'm easy like a Sunday morning, but there ain't nothing easy about a Sunday morning when you're stuck indoors!" I muse, "All these years and I'm back to worry about what's under my bed." The Slinky One's paws can be seen sticking out from under my bed. He says, "'Kay, it's just me."

Waking up at the crack of dawn in late winter is only worthwhile when there are furry things to wake up to.

Published by TailsFromTheBackyard

Webcomic about cats and dogs, living together. Home of a friendly neighborhood spider. Started in 2004.

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