So yeah, The Slinky One was amazingly cool about going to the doctor. His bloodwork was 99.9% normal, except for a bit of inflammation. The doctor told him he loved him and then made him cry poking around in his mouf. He was given a pile of medication he didn’t like and saw dogs and lots of people and even a bus! He was fascinated by all the things going on outside the office. Later he told us he thought what happened in the back room was because of the way he bet on the Super Bowl.
Aww, Movie Night’s over for now but we had a ball acting all those movies out for you. Paws crossed we get to do it again real soon!
Everyone who saw The Girl In The Spider’s Web are yelling, “spoilers!” and everyone who didn’t is just like, “Damn, Lynda, you do…stuff!” But, you know what, I’m just wondering how we’re having this conversation considering I’m clearly in a room and the Spider is clearly on a cliff. Oh well.
(And yes, for those who are into Lisbeth Salander’s shirts, those numbers do correspond to those letters of the alphabet and HAHA I amuse myself so much.)
…I was like, we didn’t do too many horror movies, what was a big horror movie last year?
Or is this just lunch time on a good day? YOU DECIDE!
I haven’t gotten to see The Favourite yet, but I saw the trailer and I live in the midst of these two so…there you go!
I’m sorry (I spoiled Avengers: Infinity War).
I woke up with this comic in my head and drew it outdoors in the sun with the Ninja Twins and Puppy. The Force was with us.
We all know Puppies want a walkies with no cats jumping out at them from under cars, I mean, really.
Movie night! Hey, who doesn’t love movie night! Movie night is the best!
This comic was suggested by my Nan and I have no idea what the weather is like today but I hope its sunny and warm because for the past two months I’ve been making these comics a few days before they post and that’s dangerous.
I was struck by the existential crisis that my little friend and I are a lot alike. We’re both set in our ways and like hanging out with our moms but to be fair I don’t go to wherever the cats hang out and sit there being adorable until they want to invite me into their crawlspace or whatever only to be like, “Nope, byyyyye!”
The mailman told me his daughter is into cats and says when a cat likes you they’ll emit a chemical and they bond with you for life. I’ve told this cat I still want to know her when I’m 60. She vaulted off me, purred, and untied my shoe. She’s really good at that chemical thing.
I don’t offer to be just anyone’s radiator mommy. Yes, I did really do this, she is that cool with me. I CAN DRESS HER!
And when I took the harness off her, she didn’t run away, she just sat down and looked at me like, “Did you get that out of your system? Can I eat in peace now?” Which is a step up from one year ago tonight when she bounced off the walls of the house, sat on the toaster growling at me, and then took off for a week. I would squeak at her from the porch and she would look like, “I’ll come back when you’re gone.”
More on her mom in the exciting next adventure.
I didn’t see her for two weeks, and thought ten fates of various horror. This is pretty much what happened when we got back together except, you know, some of the dialogue has been translated from Cat to English.
Whoo, life is so funny right now.
Even I find it hard to believe I had a singing teacher once, but she tried to get me to write a song and then didn’t like my lyrics. I don’t know why, I can totally rhyme.