What Have We Here?

I am dressed like Darth Vader. "Cats, I am your mothaaaaar," I say. The Puppy, dressed like Chewbacca, says, "WRRRRAAAGH." "Darth Vader, only you could be so bold," Babycat says. She has been dressed like Princess Leia, buns and all. "Help me, Obi-Cat Kenobi, you've my only hope!" The Slinky One, hovering nearby and dressed in Jedi robes, says, "Okay, you don't want to dress up your cats, you wanna go home and rethink your life." The Kitten tries to pull off his Han Solo costume, saying, "Mom, I got a bad feeling about this." Sauntering out in a Lando Calrissian cape, The Fluffy One asks, "Well, well, what have we here?"

Here I was posting the Star Wars-themed one on Carrie Fisher’s birthday and I hear there’s a new trailer for Episode IX I gotta see. How about that.

We have to wait for December for the new movie, but you only have to wait ten more days to see what costumes the gang will actually be wearing (hint: enjoy this drawing because the real thing is going to be way blurrier and I don’t think we’ve got everyone on board yet).

Business.

I'm all twisted up, fiddling with my phone. On my shirt is the word PLANS. The Spider asks, "Is this the fundraiser?" "Yeah, I have no marketing skills whatsoever," I reply. "As it turns out, I have 9 readers and I feel weird taking money from people I know." "But that's been your business model for the past 30 years!" The Spider points out. "By the way, I left you some webs to vacuum. Wild party." The Spider continues, "What about those designs you were making? You need to set a schedule and stick to it! Start a little earlier if you have to! I mean, really, what have you been doing?" I look right at the camera. In the last panel, the Spider has dozed off on my list of things I've been doing. "...once the headache wore off, I finished the door so the basement wouldn't get wet anymore, then I was up at 7AM for the cat's vet, and I still had to caulk the foundation, but then...."

But then I got the flu. No, really. In September. Who does that? The person I caught it from, I guess, but WHO DOES THAT? You know I wash my hands, this is a travesty.

Anyway, I was going to go, “Who wants mugs and notebooks that say ‘PLANS!'” and you were all going to be, “Yay, Lynda, you’re making things! No, I don’t want that, but I’m sure someone will.” But now all I have is this comic that took me 2 hours to make last week and here’s where I give you the heads up that the ol’ faithful Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule may change as I bring you the kind of comics that take 3-5 hours (coming in October!) plus there are those designs that I really am working on.

While you wait, here is an animated GIF of a wee stripey laser fishermans with his catch.

The Kitten runs by holding a toy fish.

Babycat, where’s your baby at?

I ask Babycat where her baby's at. Babycat is sitting on an end table, looking off to the side, behind some boards. "My baby outwitted your babyproofing and I can't fit in there, so thanks." I move a board and The Kitten emerges like sunshine. "Here I am!" he announces. My eyes turn to hearts and Babycat radiates hearts, too.

Yay, I finally get to tell some stories about the early days of kitten spice exploring and only being able to find him because of his mom’s intense glare down behind the boards I used to block him off from danger!

The moral of those stories is don’t try to block kittens, they are water. Except on getting out from behind things, which he assures me he could’ve done as soon as he wanted to.

They’re All So Cute Together!

The Fluffy One is asleep at his window. Babycat is sleeping on the back of the couch. The Kitten is sprawled out asleep on the seat of the couch, and The Puppy is sleeping with her chin on the arm of the couch. Overhead, the spirit of The Slinky One snoozes near his bro. I crouch down near the couch, hearts in my eyes, and say, "Look at them! They're all so cute together!" The Spider, hanging from a nearby lamp, says, "Wait 'til they wake up."

Okay, this all has kinda happened and they’re all very cute together when they’re awake, but, you know, it’s jarring having a wee grey tiger come running up in your face, especially if you’re a nearsighted fluff panther. Also when a puppy nearly sits on you because you match her favorite rug and you’re on her favorite rug, OMG I’ve heard so much hissing. They’re awesome, though. That window is their favorite. ALL of them.