No, really, should I help him write this book?
Well, the raccoons are back.
Hey, when you gotta go….
(No, I didn’t really do this.)
(I barfed in the Ninja Twins’ pan once. It was the nearest bathroom! I cleaned it up…then I barfed again. I had a really bad headache, I was coming off caffeine–but that’s not what this comic is about!)
Okay, as you were.
(Some of you may be feeling a sense of déjà vu, but that’s only because this comic went out early a few weeks ago. It was a weird time, okay?)
My hot sons came into my life 15 years ago today and everything they do continues to bring sunlight and joy to every day.
(That mouse lived, but wait for the next comic to find out how.)
The humane traps have become quite a source of entertainment for the Ninja Twins and The Puppy. The Puppy has jumped across the floor to play with an empty trap. Maybe it’s the peanut butter?
Laser guided dance classes are hazardous.
Yet another comic suggested by my Nan, singing at the table with the Ninja Twins, based on this strange out of context Fred Astaire musical number:
…I agree with all of this.
The part of the cop is being played by The Puppy.
The Puppy wants you to know she totally did not approve an all-cat show.
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.
(In honor of the first day I went back outside alone after guys stole my ID with my address and all…and had two neighbors tell me I needed to cut some trees that had grown from all the rain and, you know, spring.)