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.)
Hey, the birds don’t mind me talking to them.
The Fluffy One is dealing with things.
The Fluffy One has been trying to interest The Puppy in running with him, but she was never a fan of cats running at her, no matter how hopped up on birthday cake she is.
This is pretty much what we do in the afternoons.
It’s February, and we’re spoofing some movies!
My little girlfriend who doesn’t want to live with me loves playing with a squeaky mouse on a feather stick. It technically belongs to the Ninja Twins, but they’ve got two so sharing is caring and all that. *ahem* The other lady cats have no idea what we’re doing. In fact the one who hisses all the time ran away for a full minute when I dropped the squeaky mouse in front of her, and the fluffy calico thinks I’m trying to kill her.
This is my life now.
This has been one messed up spring.
It’s Twilight Zone Day! I guess?
Aw, yeah, it’s photo-op tiiiiiime!
I say hello every time…just in case.
She is totally chill about birds landing all around her. Squirrels, too. I hadn’t thought about disguising the kittens as birds before now. I think she’d see through it.
The bird saved itself, really. BY HOPPING INTO MY HAND LIKE AN ENCHANTED FOREST CREATURE! YEEEEE!
Removing the telephone lines took a toll on the lives of countless birds. But other doors, all that.
Long story short, I worked out that today would be an inopportune day to die so I did this comic and with any luck I’m still alive but who knows being those flies are obsessed with me and don’t they only land on dead things?