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.