I just draw them as they happen.
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.
DUN DUN DUN!
I have to admit one month later, I can’t find the bright side of losing my Slinky Son, but I started this year listening to Eric Idle’s audiobook Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life: A Sortabiography. I credit the Pythons for keeping me alive until black cats came into my life, and forContinue reading “The Bright Side”
Hey, he wrote it, on our walks.
I’ve been watching a lot of videos of the Ninja Twins, and my Slinky Son talking his head off. Yay for videos!
The Kitty Can’t Cope Sacks had to have some high-grade magical nip in them, he would lick them all night, sometimes while lying on my head. The sound of his spiky tongue dragging on the nip was the best way to go to sleep. If I had a white noise machine, I’d put the recordingContinue reading “Coping Tools.”
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.
He knows me too well.
This comic strip exists as a love letter to my cats and dogs, and so I owe it to them to keep telling the story, while keeping it as bearable as possible for you all to read. I haven’t wanted to get into my Slinky son’s health beyond what I’ve been sharing, because I haveContinue reading “This is the Cat I’ve Been Telling You About.”