Happy New Year, plzthxbai.
Happy New Year, plzthxbai.
Hope you’re having THIS much fun this holiday season!
The Fluffy One’s always been a fan of sticks. Other cats can have the ribbons and feathers and squeaky chirpy things, he knows where the action’s at. This week his sweet nephew discovered the magic of sticks and was hooked. I said, “What have I done?” a few times as I searched for a place to hide the stick, which wasn’t easy on account of all the laughing.
New Star Wars this weekend! I’ve lived through the LAST STAR WARS EVER three times now, first in 1983 and then in 2005, and I’m looking forward to enjoying this one. I find it’s easy to enjoy Star Wars when I avoid people talking about Star Wars, and I had the time to make this comic because I’m off most social media until I see the movie. I guess you could say the only sticking around I’m doing will be with actual sticks. Oh ho ho.
Fingers crossed he doesn’t eat the things.
From all of us to all of you, raising a bit of whatever creamy whip you prefer for absent friends.
As always, thanks for reading!
How does this fit into Thanksgiving? I am thankful for steroids, y’all.
(BTW I didn’t write The Kitten’s line, my Poppy said something like that to my Nan and they got married on this date and had darn near 30 awesome years together. 🥂)
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?