Fourteen O’Clock!

1. The Puppy is bustin' stuff up to get me to go walkies. She's standing on some pens, some drawings, and my shoe with my foot still in it. "Oh hey, it's fourteen o'clock and time to rock!" The Puppy yells happily. "My foot!" I yell. 2. The Puppy stands on the street wearing her coat, staring. A caption reads: "3 hours later." "No one I know is out here to wish me happy birthdays," the Puppy says. 3. The Puppy is lounging on the floor with the cats. In front of her are three bare plates. Off to the side is a bowl full of food. "...then what did you do?" Babycat asks, fascinated. "Oh, you know, I went up the hill, and across the street, and then I totally came home," the Puppy says, wagging her tail. "But doggie," The Kitten asks, looking up at her, "How come you eat cat food when you have your own food?" The Fluffy One tells him, "Eh, it is the way the sister has always done it."

Aww, Puppy, happy fourteen o’clock! I love you, tan tornado.

The Puppy wrapped in a blankie, looking a lot like Baby Yoda.

Baby Yoda totally stole your look.

And you totally stole my heart. And the dictionary. And Mum’s glasses and Nan’s audiobooks.

The Puppy as a puppy!

I’m so glad you like cats.

The real-life Puppy with the real Ninja Twins in the real backyard, in Spring of 2011.

I guess it helps that you met the best cats ever when you were all the same size.

The real Slinky One and Puppy hanging out in the yard, Spring of 2006

No, really, especially now that you has a kitten and totally tolerate him trying to touch your face.

The real-life Puppy, Fluffy One, Babycat, and Kitten all together in one photo for a split second.

He’s right behind you, Puppy.

The real-life Puppy with The Kitten behind her.

I’m so happy you and his mom are besties and can totally talk about girl stuff.

The real-life Puppy and Babycat hanging out.

And of course you and bro are tighter than ever. As long as you don’t wee near the nip.

Real life Puppy has a stand-off with The Fluffy One over an orange tennis ball.

You’re hot stuff, Puppy.

The real-life Puppy curled up on a dining room chair.

I hope it stops raining and we get to go for lots and lots of hour-long walkies and meet all your friends and random strangers getting out of cars.

The real-life Puppy wearing her jacket, ready to go walkies.

Happy 14th Birthday Pupplepants! We love you!

 

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).