Quiet Reading
Back away, Ryan… don’t even go IN there.
Sometimes, after a hard day, you just wanna come home and throw up the feet, grab a glass of wine and read a magazine or something. As I write, this week has been hardcore emotional… and the living room is torn up… and all the escape routes are jammed. Sigh. I dunno if even the pub is a good place to go. But here’s trying…
And Twinkie’s only making it worse. After a hard day, he throws up the feet, too… mouse feet, bird feet, fish feet… wait… not that last one.
Hey Brig, I hope that everything is alright with you.
I can relate to this comic, as I have three cats ( actually, two cats and a sink monster here at home. I don’t get a lot of sleep.
I’m sensing that Twinkie’s recovery is nearly complete.
If Ryan was at all chivalrous he’d rescue Randie and have some company at the pub. Then again, he’s already brought home a litter pan, can a cat carrier/cage really be all that far behind?
Good move Rye. Pub noise is good noise, mad at a cat noise, bad noise.
Pete… it takes effort to be be that nasty.
Squid… and when they get together, they gang up on small animals and cat-owners.
stick… sometimes, after a hard day at work, your chivalry goes out the window (or out the door)… he’s not super-human, after all.
Jack… agreed! Know any good pubs in your area?
I’ve got yell at the dog wish i coul run away from home! She keeps getting out if the yard and we can’t figure out how she’s doing it! Aaaaagggghhh!! You could try crompling up little bits of foil or paper and throwing them at the cat. Either it will make you feel better or it will amuse the cat, or both. A win either way!
Ruth… Dontcha love pet frustrations? … And my cats love crumpled up foil balls… But only “fresh” ones. Day olds are no fun!
A cat my Mom had was similar. Her name was Harold – we didn’t find out “he” was a “she” until she was too old and had been answering (if you can call it that, she was a CAT after all) to that name for too long to change it.
Mom would crumple up the plastic wrapping from a pack of cigarettes, Harold would hear the noise and come out from wherever she was, coiled up and ready to pounce. Mom put it on her knee, flicked it with a finger, and Harold would take off after it. Picked it up in her mouth after batting it around a bit, carried it back to Mom, and dropped it at her feet. Rinse and repeat for a few minutes until Harold was bored with the game for today, see you again tomorrow, heh.
I like the pacing of this strip and the three different bgs, one for each panel.