30 years ago I adopted the greatest doughnut-loving cat in the multiverse, and today I honor him with this weirdness.
This did happen, though. There’s a hobo cat who sits on the neighbor’s porch and he’s very talkative and cute but The Fluffy One sees him as a threat, as all dopplegangers are, and tried to jump the fence to get to him. Unable to fight his doppelganger, he demonstrated what he would do using my face. It was adorable because The Fluffy One is adorable and I didn’t get scratched that bad.
It does put my mind at ease that The Ninja Twins never got to meet their Papa Sleeve, however. In my mind black cats everywhere would be my idea of a good time, but m’Man and the bros would probably be freaked out.
It’s true, m’Man could turn everything in his presence kawaii, it was just one of his sexy super powers.
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.
I like my coffee like I like my cats, hot and black. Have I said that before? WELL IT BEARS REPEATING.
An extra special episode.
If anyone asks what my ideal man-wich would look like, this is pretty close.
Two paws up? Down? Sideways?
I would bet the flannel would make a much less dangerous bod.
I like my mens like I like my coffee.
Did Doctor Whoof introduce Mr. SexyPants Space Kitten to donuts or did he introduce her to bowties? SO MANY QUESTIONS.
I could go for a triple decker right about now. *purr*
(Er…m’man always calls his sleeve babies girls. …That explanation didn’t help, did it?)