You come see us any ol’ time.
You come see us any ol’ time.
Just a reminder that the comic will be posting on Wednesdays until my arm lets me draw more.
There is so much going on, I have plenty of material. Now I just need to become a left-handed artist. You think I’m joking, I already use my mouse left-handed because my arm has been trying to leave me since the 1980s.
The comic is down to once a week until I manage to clone myself, but here’s one wee peek at what you’ll be seeing next week!
The Hot Man Club just got a little hotter. 😘
You’ve met this hunkbird before. His name was Roscoe, and he saved America with his fart jokes. I wish I’d gotten to meet him in person, but some of the happiest times are when I drew him. (And yes, I DID draw him here, it’s pretty obvious I love my cousin birds, my cats, the sky and grass, but not chairs and table legs so much.) The Hot Man Club only requires chairs for getting around. Closets are where all the action is at the Hot Man Club.
I have no idea how this got here.
Happy New Year, plzthxbai.
And for your service as loyal readers, you get this small package of cuteness.
Hope you’re having THIS much fun this holiday season!
The Fluffy One’s always been a fan of sticks. Other cats can have the ribbons and feathers and squeaky chirpy things, he knows where the action’s at. This week his sweet nephew discovered the magic of sticks and was hooked. I said, “What have I done?” a few times as I searched for a place to hide the stick, which wasn’t easy on account of all the laughing.
New Star Wars this weekend! I’ve lived through the LAST STAR WARS EVER three times now, first in 1983 and then in 2005, and I’m looking forward to enjoying this one. I find it’s easy to enjoy Star Wars when I avoid people talking about Star Wars, and I had the time to make this comic because I’m off most social media until I see the movie. I guess you could say the only sticking around I’m doing will be with actual sticks. Oh ho ho.
Fingers crossed he doesn’t eat the things.
Aww, Puppy, happy fourteen o’clock! I love you, tan tornado.
Baby Yoda totally stole your look.
And you totally stole my heart. And the dictionary. And Mum’s glasses and Nan’s audiobooks.
I’m so glad you like cats.
I guess it helps that you met the best cats ever when you were all the same size.
No, really, especially now that you has a kitten and totally tolerate him trying to touch your face.
He’s right behind you, Puppy.
I’m so happy you and his mom are besties and can totally talk about girl stuff.
And of course you and bro are tighter than ever. As long as you don’t wee near the nip.
You’re hot stuff, Puppy.
I hope it stops raining and we get to go for lots and lots of hour-long walkies and meet all your friends and random strangers getting out of cars.
Happy 14th Birthday Pupplepants! We love you!
Whaaaaat? Technical difficulties raining through the ceiling, but who wants a comic on SATURDAY? OOH! Yes, you want that, that’s what you’re getting. Yes.
This is part of it, there’s way more, but my plan to do some when I get home is starting to not work. I’d tell you all about what’s holding up the quality comics you expect out of me but then what would I put in future comics? HAAAAAAAAAAA
Okay, so half of this really happened.
The Kitten is really good at making pom-pom balls vanish, I should show him the coin trick Uncle Tiny showed me.
It’s a fair question.