A Visit From Santa The Claws!

The young tabby skritches on a plant holding a wreath. She bops the bow, purrs, and zips away under the fence, leaving a pawprint on the bow.

Every night since I put up the decorations, she visits the backyard, gets fascinated by the tinsel in the wreath, bops the bejeebers out of it, and then zips away under the fence. She only knows me on the porch, she doesn’t come to see me, in fact if I talk to her she moves out of view for a while. She comes for the wreath, and I guess that’s okay. I’m just happy to see her.

What to give….

Holiday mash-up!

Here is my special treat for all of you.  I made it with love and pencils and stuff.

The idea of leaving oil out for the drone came from the ever-sharp wit of Tom Bergeron, though.

Too bad Norman Rockwell isn’t here to paint a Christmas Eve tableau of an eager kid leaving a cup of oil by the chimney for an Amazon drone.

— Tom Bergeron (@Tom_Bergeron) December 3, 2013

I will be hitting you all up for plot ideas in 2014.

Have some pie for Jesus!

Merry Christmas. I have no other way to describe today’s strip.

Well, I do, but not here. It would take too long. I like holidays, I like ALL holidays, but I have this inner Catholic schoolgirl that apparently likes to make bizarre St. Jude jokes. I also really like pie.

See you on the other side of Boxing Day.

Oh yeah, I’d also like to mention that I got through the month of 24/7 FM Christmas stations without hearing Dominic, The Italian Christmas Donkey more than twice today. Amazing, eh? Satellite radio has renewed my faith in music.

I’ve often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well….

Today, I write the truth.

I have three major projects to finish in the next 48 hours, and I have to also be awake on Saturday for at least five hours so someone I only see once a year won’t leave thinking I suck.

I should be able to pull it off.

Provided the black ink tank doesn’t run out.

The meaning of Christmas.

The Ninja Twins seriously love climbing trees.

I’m all old and burnt out, so I’d like to go back in time and stop me from buying all those Hallmark ornaments back in the ’90s. For so many reasons.

This year, tragically, sees the passing of the silk ladies. Up until tonight, I called them the cardboard geishas, but I think there’s some incorrectness in that term. I’ve had them for 20 years, but this year when I opened the box I was greeted by lots sawdust and the remains of some paper lice. Damn. It always seems to be the ornaments I lose that I miss most of all.

Anyway, happy holidays or something.