Happy Sweet 16, Puppy. I love you and I’m so glad you trained me to be strong on all our walkies so I can carry you up the stairs now. Here’s to lots more walking around the driveway waving at the neighbors. I love you. 😘
Happy birthday Nana-Ma, great-great-great grandma to The Kitten. The things they get up to in bed could be a series of its own but I settled for having a comic ready on time.
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.Continue reading “Fourteen O’Clock!”
I got my head stuck in a cupboard and couldn’t make it to London for the record number of people dressed as Gumbies, but you know I was there in spirit. Happy 50th, Monty Python. Thanks for making me laugh when bits of brain fell out of my head.
If you think this is too much, look at what inspired it: The Fluffy One is 16 today. His bro should be, too. I need to believe he’s around his bro with some cat magic. He’s the sun on his back and the shadow on the ground. Happy birthday, my boys, mommy loves you.
The Puppy Is 13! She’s as young and bouncy as the day I met her (in fact she’s more bouncy because the day I met her she was drugged and freaked out about who we were) and she keeps me alive with her PuppyPowers. Happy Birthday, Puppy, you make me live.
If you were lucky enough to have seen my Poppy sing at a wedding, you’d probably have heard him do Just A Gigolo. If you were lucky enough to have a 50th wedding anniversary, he’d greet you with, “What went wrong?” Have a spot of tea and a spot of cookie for my Poppy’s 100thContinue reading “Just A Gigolo….”
After my Poppy passed away, random young women came up to my Nan to tell her he made them go back to school. He was a big believer in not being a floosie. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t know what my cats are talking about, The Fluffy One has a strange dialect, after all.
Okay, so back in the ’80s when my Poppy would come home from his friend’s house, he’d say to our dog, “Smell those girls!” because his friend had a load of girl dogs. My Poppy would’ve been 100 this Friday so you’re getting some way out interpretations of some of his quotes.
The lengths I will go to for this cat.
Sometimes I just have to draw what the visions tell me.
Based on an actual conversation my cats had with my mother. Look at these cats, could you deny them whatever kind of party they want? You know who else likes parties? The Puppy! I call this a party! 💞