Fourteen O’Clock!

1. The Puppy is bustin' stuff up to get me to go walkies. She's standing on some pens, some drawings, and my shoe with my foot still in it. "Oh hey, it's fourteen o'clock and time to rock!" The Puppy yells happily. "My foot!" I yell. 2. The Puppy stands on the street wearing her coat, staring. A caption reads: "3 hours later." "No one I know is out here to wish me happy birthdays," the Puppy says. 3. The Puppy is lounging on the floor with the cats. In front of her are three bare plates. Off to the side is a bowl full of food. "...then what did you do?" Babycat asks, fascinated. "Oh, you know, I went up the hill, and across the street, and then I totally came home," the Puppy says, wagging her tail. "But doggie," The Kitten asks, looking up at her, "How come you eat cat food when you have your own food?" The Fluffy One tells him, "Eh, it is the way the sister has always done it."

Aww, Puppy, happy fourteen o’clock! I love you, tan tornado.

The Puppy wrapped in a blankie, looking a lot like Baby Yoda.

Baby Yoda totally stole your look.

And you totally stole my heart. And the dictionary. And Mum’s glasses and Nan’s audiobooks.

The Puppy as a puppy!

I’m so glad you like cats.

The real-life Puppy with the real Ninja Twins in the real backyard, in Spring of 2011.

I guess it helps that you met the best cats ever when you were all the same size.

The real Slinky One and Puppy hanging out in the yard, Spring of 2006

No, really, especially now that you has a kitten and totally tolerate him trying to touch your face.

The real-life Puppy, Fluffy One, Babycat, and Kitten all together in one photo for a split second.

He’s right behind you, Puppy.

The real-life Puppy with The Kitten behind her.

I’m so happy you and his mom are besties and can totally talk about girl stuff.

The real-life Puppy and Babycat hanging out.

And of course you and bro are tighter than ever. As long as you don’t wee near the nip.

Real life Puppy has a stand-off with The Fluffy One over an orange tennis ball.

You’re hot stuff, Puppy.

The real-life Puppy curled up on a dining room chair.

I hope it stops raining and we get to go for lots and lots of hour-long walkies and meet all your friends and random strangers getting out of cars.

The real-life Puppy wearing her jacket, ready to go walkies.

Happy 14th Birthday Pupplepants! We love you!

 

Hold On To Your Potatoes!

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. 😹

The Kitten and his mom pounce on The Fluffy One's leash.

(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.)

Business.

I'm all twisted up, fiddling with my phone. On my shirt is the word PLANS. The Spider asks, "Is this the fundraiser?" "Yeah, I have no marketing skills whatsoever," I reply. "As it turns out, I have 9 readers and I feel weird taking money from people I know." "But that's been your business model for the past 30 years!" The Spider points out. "By the way, I left you some webs to vacuum. Wild party." The Spider continues, "What about those designs you were making? You need to set a schedule and stick to it! Start a little earlier if you have to! I mean, really, what have you been doing?" I look right at the camera. In the last panel, the Spider has dozed off on my list of things I've been doing. "...once the headache wore off, I finished the door so the basement wouldn't get wet anymore, then I was up at 7AM for the cat's vet, and I still had to caulk the foundation, but then...."

But then I got the flu. No, really. In September. Who does that? The person I caught it from, I guess, but WHO DOES THAT? You know I wash my hands, this is a travesty.

Anyway, I was going to go, “Who wants mugs and notebooks that say ‘PLANS!'” and you were all going to be, “Yay, Lynda, you’re making things! No, I don’t want that, but I’m sure someone will.” But now all I have is this comic that took me 2 hours to make last week and here’s where I give you the heads up that the ol’ faithful Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule may change as I bring you the kind of comics that take 3-5 hours (coming in October!) plus there are those designs that I really am working on.

While you wait, here is an animated GIF of a wee stripey laser fishermans with his catch.

The Kitten runs by holding a toy fish.

Eh, It Is You.

The Fluffy One sleeps near a window. Next to him, Babycat also sleeps. They wake up and look at each other. "Eh, it is you," The Fluffy One says. "You keep it over there, lady!" Babycat offers, "I was here first?"

Imagine my shock when I happened to find my Fluffy Son sleeping on his window bed with a lady tiger also sleeping nearby. Yes, I took a hundred photos. No, they aren’t clear. But look at this, look at my furry kids! I’m so proud!

The real Fluffy One sleeps on his window bed while actual Babycat snoozes wrapped around a lamp.

I know, you’re like, Lynda, that is your Slinky cat’s widow, what are you talking about? But look at the lamp. Tigers unanimously love that lamp, because it is a heat source and provides cover.

The real Fluffy One rests on a pillow in front of a window while Babycat and The Kitten stretch out on the couch.

See, now I’m just showing you random photos of my kids.

Babycat, The Kitten, and The Fluffy One all pack onto the window pillow, and you can hear me squeeing, can't you.

Yeah. That. That happens now.

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!

Privacy!

Babycat tells The Puppy a whole story about needing a safe place to have her kitten. The Puppy hears her meowing and asks, "Is this cat a werewolf?" Babycat asks the fluffy calico through the window. "Where's a good place to have my kitten?" The fluffy calico says, "Find a tire or a closet, I'm not your mom!" In the third panel, I'm looking for Babycat, and she pokes her head out of the closet and says, "I need privacy!"

I wish I had video of all the talking Babycat did the day she had her kitten. It was adorable and I thought she was just being really friendly until she climbed into my Mum’s closet and well, then things got real. Yay for her being a patient cat and yay for big boxes!

Spoiler alert, the kitten’s adorable.

A tabby kitten sleeps next to his mom, the young tabby known as Babycat.

Psst, to contribute to the vet bills, visit https://www.ko-fi.com/lyndan

I Got A Plan!

I got a plan!

Unfortunately plans are expensive. For a society that insists people spay and neuter their pets to keep them healthy and reduce overpopulation, they sure don’t make it easy. The Ninja Twins and The Puppy had everything taken care of at the shelter, and the cost has doubled since the ’90s when m’Man and The Woman had their surgeries. Pet insurance doesn’t cover it, so that won’t help. BUT YOU CAN!

The vet we’re going to told us to wait 8 weeks until even consulting them about spaying Babycat and neutering her baby who you haven’t met yet but surprise! I’m a grandma! And grandma needs donations to the Babycat health fund.

You can help out through https://ko-fi.com/lyndan or by sharing this. If 150 people give us a Ko-Fi, we’re set! For Babycat, anyway. Another 100 Ko-Fis would be appreciated for her son. We can totally do this!

Do it for him:

An animated GIF of a grey tabby kitten rolling over next to his mom.

This is the Cat I’ve Been Telling You About.

As The Slinky One sleeps, The Woman (the Ninja Twins border collie mix sister) says, "This is the cat I was telling you about." m'Man says, "Whoo! Whatta babe!" The Slinky One looks up, all his whiskers and vision restored, and says, "Buongiorno! What took you so long?" The Woman wags her tail and says, "Hello my bro! Let's go chase some squirrels." m'Man adds, "Hullo, bebbe!" The Slinky One walks off with The Woman and m'Man, asking, "Can we get some ice cream?" The Woman tells him the squirrels are made of ice cream. "Okay, that's kinda weird," The Slinky One replies. "Ya ya, the birdeens are made of fish!" m'Man adds.

This comic strip exists as a love letter to my cats and dogs, and so I owe it to them to keep telling the story, while keeping it as bearable as possible for you all to read. I haven’t wanted to get into my Slinky son’s health beyond what I’ve been sharing, because I have no life-saving advice for anyone, beyond adopt cats and love every minute you have with them. That’s the moral of the whole comic, really. Despite being in perfect health, cancer somehow got to him. He did not smoke, he rarely ate junk food, and was a fitness enthusiast, running miles every day of his near-sixteen years. He leads the way for me all the time, and now is no different.

He was able to enjoy ice cream and walks in the sun right to the end, and he was–and still is–so very loved. That’s all anyone can hope for, isn’t it?

I came up with all the comics you’ll be reading over the next few weeks while walking around with him, while he was still here, aware there’s really only one way out for all of us, but still happy he was with us. If you’ve been reading this comic from the beginning you know no one’s ever really gone, and I’m going to keep it as funny as all this can be because I personally hate those comic strips where the characters get old and die, don’t you?

I wanted to share some photos of him with his bro and his dog sisters, because nothing heals like a load of cat photos. Down at the end is a classic video of him in action with his bro and The Puppy.

A black kitten pokes his head out of a large cat bed.

My son loved all the cat beds.

A black kitten pounces right on the camera.

My son was a huge fan of Wolverine.

A silly woman holds two black kittens up to her face. One is in mid-meow.

Here I am huffing the Ninja Twins in 2003. The Fluffy One is voicing his concern and The Slinky One just wants to get back to running up and down the stairs.

A svelte black kitten stands at an open window, looking up at birds in a tree.

My Slinky Son was a fan of open windows and all the good stuff he could see through them. Birds, okay? Birds.

A black kitten stretches out in the grass, looking wild-eyed and ready to pounce on the dog behind him.

Here is a weird shot of The Woman creeping around behind The Slinky One, who is in full Ninja mode, blending into the grass.

A black cat stretches out on a radiator.

I told you he liked lying on radiators, didn’t I?

A black cat is stretched out on his back, sunning his underbits.

My Slinky Son was a laid-back little dude.

Two black cats stretch in the grass in identical poses.

When I get a tattoo, it’s going to be them like this. My yin-yang. The Ninja Twins.

A black cat sits in a frying pan on a table.

Taking “If I fits, I sits,” to a new level, my Slinky son checked out mum’s cookware.

A black cat sits on a rock which is painted like a turtle in front of the yellow blossoms of a forsythia.

My Slinky son in his natural habitat, soaking up the solar powers of spring.

A black cat looking debonair.

Look at my sexy son.

A black cat wearing a tie walks in a backyard.

My Slinky son loved to dress up and his business attire was something he was very proud of.

A silly woman wearing a paper printout of fire on her head holds a cat dressed like a fireman.

While my Slinky son enjoyed dressing like a fireman, he wasn’t sure about my cheap costume of fire. Still, he humored me.

A black cat wears a paper printout of a Pop-Tart and rainbow, like Nyan Cat.

Yes, he was totally fine with this.

The Slinky One and his guide Puppy, chilling in the kitchen, where my Mum was cutting up some chicken for them.

Two black cats, with their tails crossed, sit on the back of a couch looking out a window.

My sons, the Ninja Twins, holding tails and looking at the world, together.

Why are you still reading? Go watch that video! Go!

Because of him.

I just want you all to know Richard Harris was singing MacArthur Park on the radio as I scheduled this comic and I’m not trying to bring you all down with my silly comic, but I haven’t seen my blue-eyed Siberian tiger man since May 7. Except I did see him in a dream, and he looked young and bright-eyed and I hope wherever he is, he’s lounging in the sun.

Pumpkins!

Ginger kittens and mommy shut down my offer of a furever home.

Cats know how to shut you down, man.

Like, how I kept wanting to get close to these little ginger babies and give them (and their parents, if they wanted it) a home, but the one with the white face and paws, who always looked to see what her mom was doing and then did the same, went overboard to make sure I didn’t take her away from her wonderland of pouncing on tree roots and fighting azaleas. She went and died on us Saturday morning. Even the mailman was sad. Run free and bask in the sunny spots forever, little Riley, you were a doll.

(I am so not cut out to be that kind of cat lady.)

In case you were wondering, of course I have a photo.

Mommy cat with two pumpkin kittens.

Kittens are blurry, you know.