Can’t Talk. Mesmerized.

The Slinky One tells the squirrel he'll take him to the trees. The squirrel can't talk, mesmerized, he says. The Woman is herding cows, calling them last week's shoes and hamburgers. "Line up!" she tells them. "That's my sister!" The Slinky One tells the squirrel. "Hi, my cat! I have ten jobs and the new girl is catching up with her kids. How's it going?" "You gotta show my friend the trees," The Slinky One tells her.

Is this the heaven for border collies? Herding cows and squirrels? Do cows get rewarded for being your burger by still needing to be herded? What about squirrels, I would think heaven for squirrels involves a lot of nuts. I guess technically that’s what’s happened.

Shoutout to my bestie’s German Shepherd Krikkit, who better be running free in the sun with her kids and sleeping on all the pillows.

Who’s This Dame?

The Slinky One is lounging in the sun, talking to a butterfly. "You don't say? How about that?" he says. m'Man, in a box nearby, says, "Whoo! I don't believe it!" Over the hill comes a third black cat, calling out, "Rrraaaagh!" "Who's this dame?" asks m'Man. "It's not my bro," The Slinky One points out. "So what brings you here?" The Slinky One asks. "Mraaagh," says the other black cat. "Join the club!" m'Man declares.

While we’re on vacation, let’s check in on The Slinky One, m’Man, and the good sir who was only referenced in one other comic and he died already WHAT IS THIS YEAR. I did tell him to look for my Slinky son and m’Man, and if nothing is really over and just over there, then I hope they’re all getting along and not hissing at each other.

(tl;dr The Fluffy One is OKAY.)

 

 

The Bright Side

The Slinky One continues his message. "Okay, I'll see you when I see you. You're all gonna die and I'll have slept on all the good stuff first." Four hours, twenty-four minutes, and three seconds into his video, he announces that he's now gonna sing some songs. In the third panel, we're all watching The Slinky One on the computer, singing Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life.

I have to admit one month later, I can’t find the bright side of losing my Slinky Son, but I started this year listening to Eric Idle’s audiobook Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life: A Sortabiography. I credit the Pythons for keeping me alive until black cats came into my life, and for the first week of 2019, one spent some time in my ears on those cold mornings when I was horribly aware of what was coming. Did I do my Slinky son justice? Only here in the comic. Would this be what he’d do? Obviously I think this is what he’d do. He was always singing, and sang this more than once over the years. Hell, I want this song played at my funeral.