Plot suggested by my Nan, after the whole theives-using-the-gift-card-I-was-saving-for-new-glasses-to-buy-McDonald’s incident.
Also the fluffy calico is incredibly suspicious of The Puppy in real life and never wants to disclose her location if she’s being watched. WE KNOW YOU’RE ON THE PORCH, FLUFFY CALICO.
The only thing that isn’t based on reality here is my little girlfriend just jumping into a bag for me to take home WHY WON’T YOU LIVE WITH ME BABY GIRL?
And yes, The Puppy handles grocery orders all the time. That’s totally real.
If you knew that cat, you’d get hearts in your eyes too even if she were suggesting murders for food.
As for waiting patiently for food, the fluffy calico is the winner of that approach. She has spent full days on our porch (and roof) getting breakfast, second breakfast, brunch, lunch, antipasto, dinner, and one time she even got a midnight snack. Naturally, she does not want to live indoors where there is always food available. Cats, man. Cats.
Cat fight! This was kind of the moment that started this whole bizarre arc. One afternoon I was having my daily dalliance with my tabby girlfriend when the “grown ups” totally started wrestling. I have no idea what it was about, but my little friend sprang out of my arms and away to safety. It was serious cat business, but adorably hilarious to watch.
Tomorrow is 14 years since this weird little comic began. Let us all raise a germy peanut butter in celebration! (Unless you have allergies, and then I AM SO SORRY. It’s this year, man, I swear.)
Oh, all this happens all the time.
If this scene is cut from The Last Jedi I shall be very upset.
Making cookies is always fun in theory and memory. The actual 15 minutes at 350°F causes strips like this.
Do waffles give everyone psychic powers or is it just her?
This is totally how it out there.
What? They are! Well, some of them are.
This comic was suggested by my Nan. I have no other explanation. You’re welcome.
These facts about dogs and cheese will shock you!
Germs on the peanut butter seem insignificant on a nice sunny day with friends when there’s a hole forming somewhere. (It’s okay, the hole’s filled in now. Also it’s been 13 years since I started this comic! Whoo!)
Let’s just all pretend we know the siren from pirate reggae stations.
Kittens climbing up one’s face make everything better.