This happened two feet from my door. I thought I was talking to the fluffy bum of a local cat. I WAS WRONG.
The pants will be with you, always.
Just another Monday in May. How are you doing?
All totally normal things happening.
Ants. Ants! Also little wild cats who need homes but I’m dealing with my feelings about feral cats not wanting to live with me and also I filled in the hole it wasn’t really this deep but that wouldn’t be funny and I’m trying to make it all funny, you guys.
Germs on the peanut butter seem insignificant on a nice sunny day with friends when there’s a hole forming somewhere. (It’s okay, the hole’s filled in now. Also it’s been 13 years since I started this comic! Whoo!)
There are no easy solutions to some things.
I did not sign up for this, dammit. Why didn’t you move in every time I asked?
Of course cats call each other Angela Lansbury when they’re on a case.
Just take our word for it, it’s all up there.