Wow, who could’ve imagined my Fluffy Son would be extra tense about adopting a single mom and her baby? I mean, he only chased her up a tree every time they met and after she had her kitten, she chased him out of his pan, away from her baby. No, he’s not the kitten’s father, but the kitten doesn’t know that, and idolizes him, which is adorable but sad because all The Fluffy One wants to do is relax at his window and go to the pan unmolested and not have to look at other cats.
Yes, this window. He was asleep and has no idea how wonderful this was.
I spray Feliway on things and was making progress sharing Churu with the grown-ups but instead of relating the vision of a tiger girl to something enjoyable, he thinks Churu means she’s around and can’t enjoy it. The kitten doesn’t understand Churu yet, which is odd but also good for the budget. Captain Mommy Tinycat is up to standing on my leg while I give her Churu, so maybe in a few years I’ll be able to hold her like I did at the vet when she was frozen in terror and just wanted to get home with her baby.
One of us was enjoying this moment way more than the other.
Speaking of which, I’m still doing a bit of fundraising over on Ko-fi to cover the gang’s vet bills and anything left over will go to the Whisker Lickins, Churu and Feliway fund, where cats can be cats who don’t hiss at each other. https://ko-fi.com/lyndan
Bonus kitten content!
Hey! Remember Uncle Papa? He remembered us, and came back to his lawn. He still doesn’t want to deal with humans beyond a passing interest in whatever repairs are going on and fistbumps for crunchies. But Babycat got a furever home and had a kitten while he was away, so when I saw him again, I held his grandkitten up to the window, and they saw each other, and absolutely no flying flips were given. But you know I couldn’t leave it at that. THEY SAW EACH OTHER. I’m sure he’s glad he’s not going to have to fight this wee tiger for chicken bits.
Well, this can’t end well but the dance fights should be spectacular.
Happy Birthday to this whacked out comic’s biggest fan! I love yooooou! 😸
I’ve totally ruined her understanding of how the world works, but she’s turned my world upside down, too.
Sticking a memorial candle into your tree hole is a bad idea. So many things were bad ideas that day. Look where you’re going, drivers. And cats, meow meow meow-meow meowin’ meow, meow?
If a cat howls like a wolf, is he a weregigolo? Because I heard some cats howling like wolves and I’m confused.
I honestly never thought I was going to see him alive again, much less looking as good as he does. 24 weeks, he never called, he never wrote, but I hope he enjoyed his summer.
I witnessed these things, they happened.
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, and he looked young and bright-eyed and I hope wherever he is, he’s lounging in the sun.
I knew a tiger boy who liked flowers and yarn! He and I were kittens together. He wasn’t into girls because there’s this operation the porch cats are freaked out by but he was totally into flowers and chicken livers and we used to dance all the time. Yay cats!
Take time for huggies…or whatever you can get.
I drew this three weeks ago, and it seemed very funny to me at the time. Uncle Papa cat basically has enough of the other cats running around him when he’s trying to eat, and it’s adorable how he’d very gently move the little ones aside, and how they’d bounce right back up the stairs and eat with him.
The day I finished coloring this strip I took The Puppy for walkies, promising to feed the porch cats when we got back. My little orange friend was sitting between her parents, or her mom and babysitter anyway. I waved to them and she bounced down the stairs, sitting under my car, waiting for me.
I didn’t see her again for a week.
I did not deal with that very well, and neither did her mom. She sat on our porch for two hours the first night, thinking I’d brought her into the house like I keep saying I want to but don’t because I know her mom is very protective. We heard her meowing and I traced it to a neighbor’s yard. (Sorry, neighbors, I was the creepy figure with the light poking around your rock pile on the 14th.) The mom cat followed me, and she took off toward the meowing, and I hoped (and still hope) they were reunited.
After a week of going through every stage of grief even in my sleep, The Puppy and I were on walkies and I saw my sunshine tiger poking around near the house where her older siblings go for noms. I called her name and she looked at me and I told her to get back up the hill because her mom missed her and I got to tell her I love her. The sun came out and birds started singing again and as much as it hurts that I don’t get to pet her every day, she’s alive and that’s so much better than what I feared for a week.
I am so sorry to bring you all down with this. Sorrier still that it happened. I love her, and someday (maybe even by the time you’re reading this) if she ever wanders back to my porch, the fairytale will get its happy ending.
If I had that time machine built, I’d grab Mommy and Uncle Papa in the summer so the kittens would’ve been born in my closet and they’d grow up spoiled princesses.
Here’s a present to everyone who is pottering around on the Internet today. Cheers!
The Puppy has not been having the existential crisis I’ve been having about all this.