Your Mother-In-Law’s Potatoes

We are positioned on and around the pool table. The Fluffy One sits on the corner, declaring, "There are too many dames, I cannot play the striped ball team without the brother!" "We were never good enough to have teams, bun," I tell him. The Slinky One floats overhead, declaring, "Okay, I'm here and I learned a lot of tricks from a guy!" The Kitten is sticking out of a pocket of the pool table. "Mom! This tunnel's full of balls, mom!" he shouts. Babycat is hunkered down near him, chiding, "Get out of there, it's dangerous!" The Puppy has a large toy ball and asks, "I found this ball, can I use it to hit stuff?" Meanwhile, in a puddle on the floor, The Spider wearing shades and lounges on an inflatable raft. "Man, this flood water has no current," he remarks.

Okay, so…I realize you have questions. I will attempt to answer them.


Technically he should play solids and the tabbies should play stripes.

We’re all one team.

They haven’t…yet.

There was, but I fixed it.

Balls can always be used to hit stuff, preferably squishy balls.

Published by TailsFromTheBackyard

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

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