If two cats ever needed each other, more…well, maybe Captain Tinycat should be included in that. But these two. I’ve already informed the vet he has to keep The Fluffy One alive another 20 years for The Kitten to have his Uncle Fluff at all times. I can only imagine how epic having TWO uncles would have been for Kitten bun.
Look at these two.
Still need to get video of the dancing and running they do. The Kitten would literally ride around on his Unc’s shoulders if he let him. But The Fluffy One is not into that. He’s cool with the ear grooming, though.
Someone is turning six months old over the weekend and he just keeps getting handsomer and more huggable!
Well, my hands have fallen off from making this, so have a Happy Halloween and be careful crossing the streets. I wouldn’t want to have to bury you, you know.
I know, I know, ant season is almost over.
This is where 16 years of going outties with The Fluffy One and his bro bite me in the ass, because every day and every night, Team Tiger is like, “That’s a great idea, let us join you!” and they don’t like wearing collars, or harnesses, and I feel like we already covered this in another comic. So it’s that scene from Temple of Doom every day, minus the spikes and stick insects (most days. We did have some epic mantises this year.) Seriously, Babycat is very content to stay indoors, it’s her son who wants to follow Uncle to the adventure beyond the door.
They do love playing with Uncle’s leash, though. 😹
(Quick note, from here out the comic is switching to Mondays and Thursdays unless I miraculously get loads of time to make a lot of comics again. No one is more bummed about this than me.)
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).
The Kitten is five months old today, and he and his mom have all chairs forever.
Fun fact: One cold and rainy night in 2018, I lured Babycat into the house. The Slinky One was sitting on the stairs, watching as Babycat bounced off the walls. As she ran past him, he went to go find his bro. So they totally met. He was totally cool with her. We see a lot of him in the Kitten. He is a loony hunk, and he likes musicals, too.
Kitten man loves Uncle Fluff and I think it goes both ways.
Babycat and I are living that “If you love somebody set them free,” thing. She came back to me, and she brought us an awesome gift. They’ve got their furever home and I can finally stop crying every time I think of that stupid song from My Fair Lady. Happy first 5 months, little baby. You hot stuff.
Yesssssss, it’s Halloween o’clock!
You know I dress them up…right?
THEY LOVE IT!
Okay, maybe he doesn’t love it, but I took the costume right off!
Who needs a bigger window when everyone cuddles up together!
This whole year flew by. What year is this?
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.
Okay, so…I realize you have questions. I will attempt to answer them.
Technically he should play solids and the tabbies should play stripes.
We’re all one team.
There was, but I fixed it.
Balls can always be used to hit stuff, preferably squishy balls.
Hit myself in the eye with an entire hedge and other things for three decades.
Man, if catnip could do that I’d let it grow AAAAAAALLLLLL OVER THE PLACE. (Hi, Mum!)
Yesterday was 16 years since we adopted the Ninja Twins, and I wish they still had each other (here, in this world. X-Files taught me to specify when I’m making wishes). The universe ain’t been right without the double stuff.
The Ninja Twins in 2015, enjoying some sun and nip.
Happy gotcha day, buns. Double treats for Fluffman and nip for everyone! (Except my Mum, she knows why.)
Wow, who could’ve imagined my Fluffy Son would be extra tense about adopting a single mom and her baby? I mean, he only chased her up a tree every time they met and after she had her kitten, she chased him out of his pan, away from her baby. No, he’s not the kitten’s father, but the kitten doesn’t know that, and idolizes him, which is adorable but sad because all The Fluffy One wants to do is relax at his window and go to the pan unmolested and not have to look at other cats.
Yes, this window. He was asleep and has no idea how wonderful this was.
I spray Feliway on things and was making progress sharing Churu with the grown-ups but instead of relating the vision of a tiger girl to something enjoyable, he thinks Churu means she’s around and can’t enjoy it. The kitten doesn’t understand Churu yet, which is odd but also good for the budget. Captain Mommy Tinycat is up to standing on my leg while I give her Churu, so maybe in a few years I’ll be able to hold her like I did at the vet when she was frozen in terror and just wanted to get home with her baby.
One of us was enjoying this moment way more than the other.
Speaking of which, I’m still doing a bit of fundraising over on Ko-fi to cover the gang’s vet bills and anything left over will go to the Whisker Lickins, Churu and Feliway fund, where cats can be cats who don’t hiss at each other. https://ko-fi.com/lyndan
Bonus kitten content!