A few days, that’s all. When I drew this I wasn’t sure if I’d be taking all of July off to just…I don’t know. Nothing I’ve got planned! I can tell you that much. The comic is back on 7/8 and you’ll be in some very good paws.
Bribery is always welcome at: https://ko-fi.com/LyndaN
I was drawing those other two comics you saw this week when all these red admirals started landing on me and the paper and the house and each other and everything! It was awesome!
Note that giving kittens rides on backs is not safe.
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.
It’s going well. Really. I mean, they’re all still alive. Well, you know what I mean.
Poor Puppy, summer freaks her out.
Wow, I guess I should’ve realized Babycat would be hella protective of her baby. Before she had her kitten, she was like, “Hey, cat. ‘sup.” and my Fluffy son would look at her, but that was all. They had an understanding, you know? It’s turning out The Puppy is not having any cat fights on her watch, and I’ve explained that The Fluffy One is my baby and no one is going to be allowed to fly at each other from out of nowhere. Holy crap Babycat is fast.
They each get visitation with the downstairs pan, now. Keep in mind there’s an upstairs pan and a downstairs pan, and Babycat and her kitten have their own pan. They have more bathrooms than the humans they live with! Downstairs pan is no longer in view of the box where Babycat is raising her kitten to be a totally laid back guy, and so there won’t be any misunderstandings or trauma while the grown ups are weeing.
Doors, okay? Sometimes we close the doors to that room. I think they’ll be okay once the kitten can take care of himself. I’m sure they’ll be fine. I really hope they’ll be fine. OMG WTH.
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.
Psst, to contribute to the vet bills, visit https://www.ko-fi.com/lyndan
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:
I predict next year at this time they’ll all be besssst friends. I hope.
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 done it earlier, but then…well, you’ll see.
Hey, the birds don’t mind me talking to them.
The only explanation I have for this is The Puppy sees things we don’t and adds Ls to most of her words. Also of course he would be singing with everyone.
Here is a bonus panel from when he and m’Man met Tardar Sauce, aka Grumpy Cat:
If you had told me I’d still be making this comic fifteen years later, that I’d even still be alive to make this comic, that I would get way better than when I started…I’d have been weirded out that you knew where to find my comic. I mean, it’s not like the cool kids of webcomics embraced me or anything.
So it’s peanut butter time again, and I think we’ll keep doing this thing. Still have some stories to tell.
I guess this is as good a time as any to ask what kind of merchandise you’d want to see from me? What would you want to see on a shirt? Would I sell more than three copies of a book of these comics? Now’s your chance to talk to me, in case you didn’t realize you could all along. You have until June 1st.
The weeks are speeding by, thankfully The Fluffy One is eating again and doesn’t even have to be a purrito for medicine. He discovered the porch cats one day, and looked from one to the other and then through the railing like, “where are the others?” I washed his paws as soon as soon as I got him back in the door, and then he ate his dinner like he hadn’t eaten in ages. As if seeing another cat reminded him to eat before someone else eats his fud. The Puppy eats his food all the time, so I’m not sure why he needed to see cats, but man did that put ideas in my head.