I wish I had video of all the talking Babycat did the day she had her kitten. It was adorable and I thought she was just being really friendly until she climbed into my Mum’s closet and well, then things got real. Yay for her being a patient cat and yay for big boxes!
Spoiler alert, the kitten’s adorable.
Psst, to contribute to the vet bills, visit https://www.ko-fi.com/lyndan
For the first few days Babycat lived in The Puppy’s crate, because I wasn’t sure if she’d dig indoor living, and I didn’t know if she knew how to use a litter pan. You already saw she moved out of the crate and settled into cat-bed-at-the-window-life, and she knows how to use a pan like a pro. This proves cats are better at adapting to things than humans are. During those first days, I felt terrible about taking her away from her adventures and showed her a lot of videos of birds and squirrels. She enjoyed it! (Watch Babycat watches squirrels and birds through the magic window.)
I got a plan!
Unfortunately plans are expensive. For a society that insists people spay and neuter their pets to keep them healthy and reduce overpopulation, they sure don’t make it easy. The Ninja Twins and The Puppy had everything taken care of at the shelter, and the cost has doubled since the ’90s when m’Man and The Woman had their surgeries. Pet insurance doesn’t cover it, so that won’t help. BUT YOU CAN!
The vet we’re going to told us to wait 8 weeks until even consulting them about spaying Babycat and neutering her baby who you haven’t met yet but surprise! I’m a grandma! And grandma needs donations to the Babycat health fund.
You can help out through https://ko-fi.com/lyndan or by sharing this. If 150 people give us a Ko-Fi, we’re set! For Babycat, anyway. Another 100 Ko-Fis would be appreciated for her son. We can totally do this!
Do it for him:
I predict next year at this time they’ll all be besssst friends. I hope.
And that is pretty much exactly how I turned Captain Tinycat into a rescue cat. Would it have been cheaper to go to therapy after we lost The Slinky One? Maybe (not!), but it would’ve been way less cute.
LOOK AT HER. LOOK AT HER WIDDLE FOOTIES. I have no regrets. Maybe I should’ve done it earlier, but then…well, you’ll see.
Well, you knew this was coming. I guess.
Hey, the birds don’t mind me talking to them.
It occurred to me this year, as I stood inside a hedge, that I do tend to wander off to keep things pruned nicely instead of, you know, finishing my data science course or revamping my websites to show off my skills or learning how to make games in Unity, all of which I signed up to do but, hey, the lawn’s not gonna cut itself.
The only explanation I have for this is The Puppy sees things we don’t and adds Ls to most of her words. Also of course he would be singing with everyone.
Here is a bonus panel from when he and m’Man met Tardar Sauce, aka Grumpy Cat:
Heeey, guess where this is going!
If you had told me I’d still be making this comic fifteen years later, that I’d even still be alive to make this comic, that I would get way better than when I started…I’d have been weirded out that you knew where to find my comic. I mean, it’s not like the cool kids of webcomics embraced me or anything.
So it’s peanut butter time again, and I think we’ll keep doing this thing. Still have some stories to tell.
I guess this is as good a time as any to ask what kind of merchandise you’d want to see from me? What would you want to see on a shirt? Would I sell more than three copies of a book of these comics? Now’s your chance to talk to me, in case you didn’t realize you could all along. You have until June 1st.
The weeks are speeding by, thankfully The Fluffy One is eating again and doesn’t even have to be a purrito for medicine. He discovered the porch cats one day, and looked from one to the other and then through the railing like, “where are the others?” I washed his paws as soon as soon as I got him back in the door, and then he ate his dinner like he hadn’t eaten in ages. As if seeing another cat reminded him to eat before someone else eats his fud. The Puppy eats his food all the time, so I’m not sure why he needed to see cats, but man did that put ideas in my head.
Urinal cakes are totally made with wee! Totally!
(He’s fine, btw. But successfully catching his wee in a cup for a test was the highlight of my life that week so here you go.)
Oh, could I tell you some stories, but they would make you mad, and that’s not what this place is for.
You would think there’d be more vets in the Bronx, NY, though. There’s only one with a two-star Yelp review and one with a three-star Yelp review nearby. All the others are more than an hour’s drive away. There are a few empty professional buildings with parking all along the road from my house to the nearest Rite-Aid. If this were a Sims game, I’d put some damn 5-star vets up in those buildings.