Here’s to Nip and the Cats Who Love It.

I tell The Fluffy One that it's hot and he should come in. "Eh, go play with your kitten," The Fluffy One tells me. He's laying in catnip, and gets excited about crunching the leaves. "The nip, it opens the magical portal! Yes!" In the third panel, The Fluffy One purrs in the sun with the spirit of his bro purring nearby.

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 lounging in the sun near some catnip.

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.)

He’s Still Adjusting.

The Fluffy One shouts out the window to Uncle Papa, "Ghost Cat! I say, hello?" Uncle Papa looks around, saying, "Oh no, what?" Meanwhile, The Slinky One is hovering near his bro and asks, "Whoa, Bro, you can see me?!" "Ghost Cat, you must take back the daughter and the kitten!" The Fluffy One tells Uncle Papa. "Not cool, man," Uncle Papa replies. "She just wants a better life for her baby. The Slinky One adds, "Aww, but they're okay!" The Fluffy One arches his back and announces, "I will take it to someone higher up!" The Slinky One hovers along with him, saying, "Bro! I'm right here!"

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.

The Fluffy One sleeps at his favorite window unaware that Captain Tinycat is patiently waiting to look out the window as well.

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.

I hold Captain Tinycat at the vet. She is terrified.

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

A grey tabby kitten sleeps on a pillow in front of a window with his mom.

Bonus kitten content!

If You Look Up, Maybe You Can See Them.

Tookie, the tuxedo lady cat is halfway up a tree. "Psst, guy! You wanna climb?" "WOW! Okay!" shouts the Slinky One. Next thing, they're on a rooftop. "Okay, where are we?" The Slinky One asks Tookie, who is looking over the edge of the roof. "I dunno, high." The Slinky One looks over the roof as well and says, "Okay, this is pretty high." "We could go higher!" Tookie says, looking up.

The original adventure girl, Tookie was known to gain access to rooftops to fight crime. She joined a neighborhood watch after a mugging left her jingly beads in a hedge, and enjoyed sprints through parking lots and climbing into open drawers. At the end of the day, though, her favorite thing was stretching out at home with her feet up. And jewelry. Always jewelry.

I’ve enjoyed telling their stories this month, if it’s okay I think I’ll do it again soon.

At Least There’s a Parking Lot

m'Man, Grand Funk, The Woman, and The Slinky One are staring at something. m'Man looks pissed. Grand Funk asks, "Why'd she bring that baby cat in there?" "I hate that place," The Woman says. "I guess she's giving someone else a chance to kill her pets!" The Slinky One says cheerily. As the others look on, m'Man goes up to the door of the vet's office and shouts, "Little cat, get outta there!" Grand Funk says "Why, why, why, why...." In the third panel, The Slinky One says, "Well, at least they got a parking lot!"

Mondays, am I right?

Vaccinations and all the things that have to be done to cats to keep them healthy and alive for as long as possible SO WE THINK even though you’re looking at four possible combinations of how it doesn’t matter and everyone ends up the same and do I have anxiety about taking the cats out of the house in a carrier and a car for strangers to poke them and possibly lose them? What makes you ask that?

The Most Intense Staring Contest.

The Slinky One is sitting with a parrot on his shoulder. "Well hello!" he says, "My cousin would like to challenge you to a staring contest!" 332 hours later, The Woman and Cousin Bird are still staring at each other. Cousin Bird has crazy eyes. "Okay, this is intense!" The Slinky One says, hunkered down under them. Walking away toward someone with wavy hair, The Slinky One says, "Okay, you have fun, I'm gonna check out this blonde!"

My cousin bird was a champion at doing freaky stuff with her eyes, and I’m honestly not sure who would win in a staring contest between her and The Woman but I know it would be a thing to see.

Shoutout to the little bird that kept me company on July 4, too. The Slinky One used to assist me with my fireworks photos, but this year it was that little one. Birds rule.

Can’t Talk. Mesmerized.

The Slinky One tells the squirrel he'll take him to the trees. The squirrel can't talk, mesmerized, he says. The Woman is herding cows, calling them last week's shoes and hamburgers. "Line up!" she tells them. "That's my sister!" The Slinky One tells the squirrel. "Hi, my cat! I have ten jobs and the new girl is catching up with her kids. How's it going?" "You gotta show my friend the trees," The Slinky One tells her.

Is this the heaven for border collies? Herding cows and squirrels? Do cows get rewarded for being your burger by still needing to be herded? What about squirrels, I would think heaven for squirrels involves a lot of nuts. I guess technically that’s what’s happened.

Shoutout to my bestie’s German Shepherd Krikkit, who better be running free in the sun with her kids and sleeping on all the pillows.

Who’s This Dame?

The Slinky One is lounging in the sun, talking to a butterfly. "You don't say? How about that?" he says. m'Man, in a box nearby, says, "Whoo! I don't believe it!" Over the hill comes a third black cat, calling out, "Rrraaaagh!" "Who's this dame?" asks m'Man. "It's not my bro," The Slinky One points out. "So what brings you here?" The Slinky One asks. "Mraaagh," says the other black cat. "Join the club!" m'Man declares.

While we’re on vacation, let’s check in on The Slinky One, m’Man, and the good sir who was only referenced in one other comic and he died already WHAT IS THIS YEAR. I did tell him to look for my Slinky son and m’Man, and if nothing is really over and just over there, then I hope they’re all getting along and not hissing at each other.

(tl;dr The Fluffy One is OKAY.)