The Fluffy One’s always been a fan of sticks. Other cats can have the ribbons and feathers and squeaky chirpy things, he knows where the action’s at. This week his sweet nephew discovered the magic of sticks and was hooked. I said, “What have I done?” a few times as I searched for a place to hide the stick, which wasn’t easy on account of all the laughing.
New Star Wars this weekend! I’ve lived through the LAST STAR WARS EVER three times now, first in 1983 and then in 2005, and I’m looking forward to enjoying this one. I find it’s easy to enjoy Star Wars when I avoid people talking about Star Wars, and I had the time to make this comic because I’m off most social media until I see the movie. I guess you could say the only sticking around I’m doing will be with actual sticks. Oh ho ho.
Who needs a bigger window when everyone cuddles up together!
This whole year flew by. What year is this?
To be accurate, it’s the season that it seems normal for me to be walking around in a tank top and sitting under trees. I mean, I was sitting out there with my furry children in February.
This is pretty much what we do in the afternoons.
If ever I needed an extra couple of minutes in the day! Happy solstice, everybody!
Whaaaat this isn’t funny. I want her to live in the house but she just wants me for fuds and neck skritchies. They all do love that toasty wall, though. I guess I’m glad they found my toasty wall.
Aw, yeah, it’s photo-op tiiiiiime!
Well, la-di-da, here comes spring!
To be fair, I ask myself those questions EVERY day.
Winter Solstice is my jam. This autumn was mild but that only made it more of a bummer that we had to be indoors before 4 o’clock. Yes, I am a cat and yes, all domestic cats must be indoors before it gets too dim to see the paws in front of us. The Puppy is also a cat. NEXT STOP, SPRING!
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.
Kittens are blurry, you know.
It has occurred to me that RPGs might help me figure out real life.
Who am I kidding? This is just a lead in to the Halloween comics!
Also it’s getting dark too soon. Phooey.