The neighborhood cats have never fully accepted the crazy woman running after them with handfuls of dry food.
I guess I could call this one HedgeCat. We’ve had tree cat, and several RoofCats (what is up with that?) but never a hedge cat. The Puppy was a hedge puppy but grew out of jumping into a bloody sharp hedge to get away from…whatever she was trying to hide from.
That cat was totally cool with us. Which was kind of a bummer, because she must’ve belonged to someone once. Nan’s doing great, in case anyone was wondering.
Flaky fish trumps mysteries!
DUN DUN DUN!
It’s a trap! (Oh what, I crossed fandoms with that quote? Pfft, this is me you’re dealing with. Look at that comic, are you surprised?)
I had a cat named Bibi who was a master bouncer of balls. The Fluffy One has her Ninja skills. I have the mark somewhere in my scalp to prove it.
Well, my 100th strip went up today, I think. Keenspace is down. I had a big speech planned, thanking everyone who has stuck around from the beginning and promising more hijinks in the next hundred, but then I realized I’m probably the only one who has seen all the strips and I’m even more likelyContinue reading “100!”
This is the first intentionally drawn commentary on my life. As you might be able to make out, I’m freaked out by people that lift the lids of step-on garbage cans with their hands, then handle food, but I’m fine with cats bathing on the table in front of me. Stealth Ninjas are very cleanContinue reading “The Day Began Normally Enough”