I identify as a cat.

I talk about how I was with m'man for fourteen years and we have two sons that are junior hotties. In the second panel I am holding a young tabby. I say I am currently with this girl. The fluffy calico says she didn't know I was a cat. As the tabby jumps off my lap, I admit I identify as a cat. I am still wearing the cat ears, collar, and drawn-on whiskers.

Oh, m’Man. He’s the one who made me want to draw comics of cats and someday there’ll be a book about him.

Oh, the Ninja Twins, they are not happy they aren’t in the comic more this month.

Oh, that little girl cat. She should be mine, curling up in a Ninja sandwich with my boys, but she is her own cat and I sometimes have to go days without seeing her because she doesn’t have time to wait around for me, she has places she wants to be.

Of coursie I’m your horsie.

Of course cats need horsies!
Ah, time.  It seems like only yesterday I met the Ninja Twins. HEY HEY IT WAS!  Give or take A DECADE.  WHOOOOOOOO!  Feather sticks for everyone!

Well, everyone but my Mum because her knee replacement had a complication or five and she’s in ICU with no connection to the outside world. I didn’t tell her it was bunny day yesterday, WE’LL CELEBRATE SOON.