I say hello every time…just in case.
I say hello every time…just in case.
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.
The Puppy knows things.
Now my memories are yours.
It’s been a while.
Ugh. That day.
She is totally chill about birds landing all around her. Squirrels, too. I hadn’t thought about disguising the kittens as birds before now. I think she’d see through it.
Wait, I thought I said when I finished Wednesday’s comic the ginger kitten disappeared? Well, yeah, I had this comic finished ahead of the last. This is not why she disappeared; at least after this she knew to go to the porch, when I went out to apologize for my laywer and to show her the different shapes of Surfin’ Turfin’ crunchies. She loved the fish-shaped ones. I think the lady down the hill serves those too. I hope so.
I drew this three weeks ago, and it seemed very funny to me at the time. Uncle Papa cat basically has enough of the other cats running around him when he’s trying to eat, and it’s adorable how he’d very gently move the little ones aside, and how they’d bounce right back up the stairs and eat with him.
The day I finished coloring this strip I took The Puppy for walkies, promising to feed the porch cats when we got back. My little orange friend was sitting between her parents, or her mom and babysitter anyway. I waved to them and she bounced down the stairs, sitting under my car, waiting for me.
I didn’t see her again for a week.
I did not deal with that very well, and neither did her mom. She sat on our porch for two hours the first night, thinking I’d brought her into the house like I keep saying I want to but don’t because I know her mom is very protective. We heard her meowing and I traced it to a neighbor’s yard. (Sorry, neighbors, I was the creepy figure with the light poking around your rock pile on the 14th.) The mom cat followed me, and she took off toward the meowing, and I hoped (and still hope) they were reunited.
After a week of going through every stage of grief even in my sleep, The Puppy and I were on walkies and I saw my sunshine tiger poking around near the house where her older siblings go for noms. I called her name and she looked at me and I told her to get back up the hill because her mom missed her and I got to tell her I love her. The sun came out and birds started singing again and as much as it hurts that I don’t get to pet her every day, she’s alive and that’s so much better than what I feared for a week.
I am so sorry to bring you all down with this. Sorrier still that it happened. I love her, and someday (maybe even by the time you’re reading this) if she ever wanders back to my porch, the fairytale will get its happy ending.
If I had that time machine built, I’d grab Mommy and Uncle Papa in the summer so the kittens would’ve been born in my closet and they’d grow up spoiled princesses.
Two weeks ago I thought it would be clever to start the year with a musical number. Here’s hoping it plays out exactly as I drew it.