I never regretted letting trees grow all over the place before that night.
Okay, I didn’t really … oh, wait, I did. But they’d left. I think. No, they were on our roof.
Oh, my babycat. I haven’t seen her as much lately, she has other yards she visits, likes to stay safe. But that night she spent in my backyard was dreamy. She ventured out into the open and stretched out on a rock, and I snuck her some crunchies. It’s like that Summer Nights number in Grease, totally.
I’ve somehow been coding 100 days straight and to celebrate I made a game.
It’s a memory match game starring all of us comic strip characters and can be found here: https://codepen.io/LyNac/full/gdWBPQ/
Hey, when you gotta go….
(No, I didn’t really do this.)
(I barfed in the Ninja Twins’ pan once. It was the nearest bathroom! I cleaned it up…then I barfed again. I had a really bad headache, I was coming off caffeine–but that’s not what this comic is about!)
Okay, as you were.
(Some of you may be feeling a sense of déjà vu, but that’s only because this comic went out early a few weeks ago. It was a weird time, okay?)
My sweet cottonpaw baby bean footie girl hasn’t really slashed me, but…I mean, there was that one time she nicked me I AM FINE I HAVE MY SHOTS.
She has good taste, I’ll give her that.
If you were lucky enough to have seen my Poppy sing at a wedding, you’d probably have heard him do Just A Gigolo. If you were lucky enough to have a 50th wedding anniversary, he’d greet you with, “What went wrong?” Have a spot of tea and a spot of cookie for my Poppy’s 100th birthday today, he was the kind of fun they don’t make much anymore.
The fluffy calico likes to eat. She likes it so much she will finish hers, walk right over, and eat the food right out from under her kittens. So I try to slow her down by playing with her, but she has no idea what cat toys are about.
Okay, so when I see my baby tiger, apparently I don’t see the houses beyond the gates.
I’m not even a very good cat, I’ll admit it. That fierce tiny kitten didn’t care one bit that I was telling her to let my baby tiger up on the porch.
Humane mouse traps are great and all, but I have to wonder how the mice I’m setting free are getting on out there in the world.
My hot sons came into my life 15 years ago today and everything they do continues to bring sunlight and joy to every day.
(That mouse lived, but wait for the next comic to find out how.)