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No One Consulted Her.

The Puppy hears banging and hissing. She asks, "Oh hey, what's going on?" Climbing the stairs, The Puppy asks, "WHAT DID YOU DO?" I'm inside the house with Babycat wrapped up like a purrito. "Help!" says Babycat. "I love her and I need her to be safe!" I say, looking a bit crazed. "Oh hell no," says The Puppy, hair raised.

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!

The Fluffy One loafs in the sun, musing that it is the birthday of the brothers. "The grass planted by bro is growing, I must water it!" He looks over at the bride cats and says, "The brothers had no secrets, why did he not tell me of the brides, eh?" He asks the brides, "What is it with you?" A heart-shaped leaf flutters down to the ground by The Fluffy One and he catches it. "Behold! It is the heart-shaped leaf! It is like my bro sent me the present!" Behind The Fluffy One, The Slinky One's spirit purrs in the sun.

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.

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 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.”

My Sons Are Growing Up

The Ninja Twins point out they are going to be 15 and they want a quinceañera. I tell them that is usually a party for Latinas, and they start speaking Spanish to me, informing me ellos son gatos. I offer them tiaras and dress up time, they tell me they'll just take crunchies.

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! 💞

Pumpkins!

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!”