Business.

I'm all twisted up, fiddling with my phone. On my shirt is the word PLANS. The Spider asks, "Is this the fundraiser?" "Yeah, I have no marketing skills whatsoever," I reply. "As it turns out, I have 9 readers and I feel weird taking money from people I know." "But that's been your business model for the past 30 years!" The Spider points out. "By the way, I left you some webs to vacuum. Wild party." The Spider continues, "What about those designs you were making? You need to set a schedule and stick to it! Start a little earlier if you have to! I mean, really, what have you been doing?" I look right at the camera. In the last panel, the Spider has dozed off on my list of things I've been doing. "...once the headache wore off, I finished the door so the basement wouldn't get wet anymore, then I was up at 7AM for the cat's vet, and I still had to caulk the foundation, but then...."

But then I got the flu. No, really. In September. Who does that? The person I caught it from, I guess, but WHO DOES THAT? You know I wash my hands, this is a travesty.

Anyway, I was going to go, “Who wants mugs and notebooks that say ‘PLANS!'” and you were all going to be, “Yay, Lynda, you’re making things! No, I don’t want that, but I’m sure someone will.” But now all I have is this comic that took me 2 hours to make last week and here’s where I give you the heads up that the ol’ faithful Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule may change as I bring you the kind of comics that take 3-5 hours (coming in October!) plus there are those designs that I really am working on.

While you wait, here is an animated GIF of a wee stripey laser fishermans with his catch.

The Kitten runs by holding a toy fish.

Eh, It Is You.

The Fluffy One sleeps near a window. Next to him, Babycat also sleeps. They wake up and look at each other. "Eh, it is you," The Fluffy One says. "You keep it over there, lady!" Babycat offers, "I was here first?"

Imagine my shock when I happened to find my Fluffy Son sleeping on his window bed with a lady tiger also sleeping nearby. Yes, I took a hundred photos. No, they aren’t clear. But look at this, look at my furry kids! I’m so proud!

The real Fluffy One sleeps on his window bed while actual Babycat snoozes wrapped around a lamp.

I know, you’re like, Lynda, that is your Slinky cat’s widow, what are you talking about? But look at the lamp. Tigers unanimously love that lamp, because it is a heat source and provides cover.

The real Fluffy One rests on a pillow in front of a window while Babycat and The Kitten stretch out on the couch.

See, now I’m just showing you random photos of my kids.

Babycat, The Kitten, and The Fluffy One all pack onto the window pillow, and you can hear me squeeing, can't you.

Yeah. That. That happens now.

Babycat, where’s your baby at?

I ask Babycat where her baby's at. Babycat is sitting on an end table, looking off to the side, behind some boards. "My baby outwitted your babyproofing and I can't fit in there, so thanks." I move a board and The Kitten emerges like sunshine. "Here I am!" he announces. My eyes turn to hearts and Babycat radiates hearts, too.

Yay, I finally get to tell some stories about the early days of kitten spice exploring and only being able to find him because of his mom’s intense glare down behind the boards I used to block him off from danger!

The moral of those stories is don’t try to block kittens, they are water. Except on getting out from behind things, which he assures me he could’ve done as soon as he wanted to.

They’re All So Cute Together!

The Fluffy One is asleep at his window. Babycat is sleeping on the back of the couch. The Kitten is sprawled out asleep on the seat of the couch, and The Puppy is sleeping with her chin on the arm of the couch. Overhead, the spirit of The Slinky One snoozes near his bro. I crouch down near the couch, hearts in my eyes, and say, "Look at them! They're all so cute together!" The Spider, hanging from a nearby lamp, says, "Wait 'til they wake up."

Okay, this all has kinda happened and they’re all very cute together when they’re awake, but, you know, it’s jarring having a wee grey tiger come running up in your face, especially if you’re a nearsighted fluff panther. Also when a puppy nearly sits on you because you match her favorite rug and you’re on her favorite rug, OMG I’ve heard so much hissing. They’re awesome, though. That window is their favorite. ALL of them.