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.”
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 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.”
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.”
Based on an actual conversation my cats had with my mother. Look at these cats, could you deny them whatever kind of party they want? You know who else likes parties? The Puppy! I call this a party! 💞
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 didContinue reading “Pumpkins!”