A few days, that’s all. When I drew this I wasn’t sure if I’d be taking all of July off to just…I don’t know. Nothing I’ve got planned! I can tell you that much. The comic is back on 7/8 and you’ll be in some very good paws.
Bribery is always welcome at: https://ko-fi.com/LyndaN
I was drawing those other two comics you saw this week when all these red admirals started landing on me and the paper and the house and each other and everything! It was awesome!
Note that giving kittens rides on backs is not safe.
To be accurate, it’s the season that it seems normal for me to be walking around in a tank top and sitting under trees. I mean, I was sitting out there with my furry children in February.
It’s going well. Really. I mean, they’re all still alive. Well, you know what I mean.
Hey, I draw it how it was. I didn’t wanna bug her too much, not knowing how many kittens were on the way. Around 10:44 I peeked in and Babycat already had her kitten cleaned up and was nursing him. In the corner was the sort of thing you find when a cat has a kitten. I’d read to make sure there was one for each kitten, and so I was fascinated by the whole thing but yes, I Googled “What does cat placenta look like?” because I honestly wasn’t sure. And now I am. And now you all are, too. *ahem*
Forget that, look at this first super-zoomed up spy photo of my adopted daughter and grandbaby!
That’s the picture I sent around to everyone like I’d never seen a kitten before. BECAUSE I HADN’T OMG LOOK AT HIS WIDDLE EARS! (Seriously, The Ninja Twins came into my life at 3 months, and I guess Babycat was around the same age when I first saw her in the hedges with her mom and siblings. I didn’t even know the kitten couldn’t hear me squeeing over him at first!)
I wish I had video of all the talking Babycat did the day she had her kitten. It was adorable and I thought she was just being really friendly until she climbed into my Mum’s closet and well, then things got real. Yay for her being a patient cat and yay for big boxes!
Spoiler alert, the kitten’s adorable.
Psst, to contribute to the vet bills, visit https://www.ko-fi.com/lyndan
For the first few days Babycat lived in The Puppy’s crate, because I wasn’t sure if she’d dig indoor living, and I didn’t know if she knew how to use a litter pan. You already saw she moved out of the crate and settled into cat-bed-at-the-window-life, and she knows how to use a pan like a pro. This proves cats are better at adapting to things than humans are. During those first days, I felt terrible about taking her away from her adventures and showed her a lot of videos of birds and squirrels. She enjoyed it! (Watch Babycat watches squirrels and birds through the magic window.)
I got a plan!
Unfortunately plans are expensive. For a society that insists people spay and neuter their pets to keep them healthy and reduce overpopulation, they sure don’t make it easy. The Ninja Twins and The Puppy had everything taken care of at the shelter, and the cost has doubled since the ’90s when m’Man and The Woman had their surgeries. Pet insurance doesn’t cover it, so that won’t help. BUT YOU CAN!
The vet we’re going to told us to wait 8 weeks until even consulting them about spaying Babycat and neutering her baby who you haven’t met yet but surprise! I’m a grandma! And grandma needs donations to the Babycat health fund.
You can help out through https://ko-fi.com/lyndan or by sharing this. If 150 people give us a Ko-Fi, we’re set! For Babycat, anyway. Another 100 Ko-Fis would be appreciated for her son. We can totally do this!
Do it for him:
And that is pretty much exactly how I turned Captain Tinycat into a rescue cat. Would it have been cheaper to go to therapy after we lost The Slinky One? Maybe (not!), but it would’ve been way less cute.
LOOK AT HER. LOOK AT HER WIDDLE FOOTIES. I have no regrets. Maybe I should’ve done it earlier, but then…well, you’ll see.
Well, you knew this was coming. I guess.
Hey, the birds don’t mind me talking to them.
It occurred to me this year, as I stood inside a hedge, that I do tend to wander off to keep things pruned nicely instead of, you know, finishing my data science course or revamping my websites to show off my skills or learning how to make games in Unity, all of which I signed up to do but, hey, the lawn’s not gonna cut itself.
Heeey, guess where this is going!
If you had told me I’d still be making this comic fifteen years later, that I’d even still be alive to make this comic, that I would get way better than when I started…I’d have been weirded out that you knew where to find my comic. I mean, it’s not like the cool kids of webcomics embraced me or anything.
So it’s peanut butter time again, and I think we’ll keep doing this thing. Still have some stories to tell.
I guess this is as good a time as any to ask what kind of merchandise you’d want to see from me? What would you want to see on a shirt? Would I sell more than three copies of a book of these comics? Now’s your chance to talk to me, in case you didn’t realize you could all along. You have until June 1st.