The Ninja Twins always go outties with leashes, but as you may have noticed I only draw them wearing their harnesses when there’s a joke to be made. The peachy-cream visitor and The Slinky One were once in the yard at the same time, but I’m not sure they noticed each other. I’ve ruined the joke, now, haven’t I?
Yeah…the deer finally went back in the shed this weekend. It kept snowing, okay?
I knew a tiger boy who liked flowers and yarn! He and I were kittens together. He wasn’t into girls because there’s this operation the porch cats are freaked out by but he was totally into flowers and chicken livers and we used to dance all the time. Yay cats!
Oh, all this happens all the time.
You know cat hockey is nothing without fridges for goals. So why does fluffy porch cat go up on the roof? There’s no fridge up there, porch cat, what are you doing?
Also yes, I totally tell time to run by gazing absently at my bare wrist, that was 100% intentional.
You know I drew all of these and then found out a friend’s daughter was going to be at the Olympics? I made an offhand comment that she should hug the mascot for me, and I swear a few days later she posted a selfie with Soohorang. It made me super happy.
I know, it’s a luge. Lugecats sounds gross, though.
Voted most likely to be arrested trying to hug a sports mascot, 30 years running!
Imagine my surprise when I found out the Olympic mascot was a white tiger.
I can’t get away from tigers, can I?
Take time for huggies…or whatever you can get.
Oh man, following pets on the Internet, huh? Almost as dangerous as being fans of local feral cats.
Who knew seeing a tiger could make the world brighter? (Cat people, that’s who.)
Actual conversation I imagined on walkies one day WHAT OF COURSE I TALK TO EVERY CAT I MEET.
The older peachy creams have been in the comic before, you may recall them as the first orange kittens and also the random purrkour cat. They’re about a year old now and possibly prove the Puppy’s point that cats are much better off without me getting attached.
My snow pants are old enough to vote but the furry babies still don’t get why I need extra pants in the freeze.