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,Continue reading “Hold On To Your Potatoes!”

Business.

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 toContinue reading “Business.”

Eh, It Is You.

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! I know, you’re like, Lynda, that is your Slinky cat’sContinue reading “Eh, It Is You.”

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

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 doubleContinue reading “Here’s to Nip and the Cats Who Love It.”

He’s Still Adjusting.

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,Continue reading “He’s Still Adjusting.”

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 whenContinue reading “I Got A Plan!”

No One Consulted Her.

And that is pretty much exactly how I turned Captain Tinycat into a rescue cat. Would it have been cheaper to go to therapy after we lost The Slinky One? Maybe (not!), but it would’ve been way less cute. LOOK AT HER. LOOK AT HER WIDDLE FOOTIES. I have no regrets. Maybe I should’ve doneContinue reading “No One Consulted Her.”

It Is Like The Present!

If you think this is too much, look at what inspired it: The Fluffy One is 16 today. His bro should be, too. I need to believe he’s around his bro with some cat magic. He’s the sun on his back and the shadow on the ground. Happy birthday, my boys, mommy loves you.

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

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 haveContinue reading “This is the Cat I’ve Been Telling You About.”

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, andContinue reading “Because of him.”