The Hot Man Club

M'Man sits on a table watching an Congo African Grey parrot fly in. "Whoo, bebbe, am I glad to see you! These can ain't gonna knock themselves off the table on their own."

The Hot Man Club just got a little hotter. 😘

You’ve met this hunkbird before. His name was Roscoe, and he saved America with his fart jokes. I wish I’d gotten to meet him in person, but some of the happiest times are when I drew him. (And yes, I DID draw him here, it’s pretty obvious I love my cousin birds, my cats, the sky and grass, but not chairs and table legs so much.) The Hot Man Club only requires chairs for getting around. Closets are where all the action is at the Hot Man Club.

At Least There’s a Parking Lot

m'Man, Grand Funk, The Woman, and The Slinky One are staring at something. m'Man looks pissed. Grand Funk asks, "Why'd she bring that baby cat in there?" "I hate that place," The Woman says. "I guess she's giving someone else a chance to kill her pets!" The Slinky One says cheerily. As the others look on, m'Man goes up to the door of the vet's office and shouts, "Little cat, get outta there!" Grand Funk says "Why, why, why, why...." In the third panel, The Slinky One says, "Well, at least they got a parking lot!"

Mondays, am I right?

Vaccinations and all the things that have to be done to cats to keep them healthy and alive for as long as possible SO WE THINK even though you’re looking at four possible combinations of how it doesn’t matter and everyone ends up the same and do I have anxiety about taking the cats out of the house in a carrier and a car for strangers to poke them and possibly lose them? What makes you ask that?

Who’s This Dame?

The Slinky One is lounging in the sun, talking to a butterfly. "You don't say? How about that?" he says. m'Man, in a box nearby, says, "Whoo! I don't believe it!" Over the hill comes a third black cat, calling out, "Rrraaaagh!" "Who's this dame?" asks m'Man. "It's not my bro," The Slinky One points out. "So what brings you here?" The Slinky One asks. "Mraaagh," says the other black cat. "Join the club!" m'Man declares.

While we’re on vacation, let’s check in on The Slinky One, m’Man, and the good sir who was only referenced in one other comic and he died already WHAT IS THIS YEAR. I did tell him to look for my Slinky son and m’Man, and if nothing is really over and just over there, then I hope they’re all getting along and not hissing at each other.

(tl;dr The Fluffy One is OKAY.)