Ha! These flying winged heads are pretty funny stuff.
A can of cat food? Wow, that angel head is pretty generous. Cat food comes in bags too.
Nice use of guilt by the angel head.
The demon head (can’t really call it an angel, ya’ know), is all pleasure through pain, ha.
The angel is the hard sell while the demon is the soft sell. Ah, typical.
Seems like Randie’s leaning towards the dark side of the force, er, midichlorians.
Brig, ever consider having Randie visited by talking angel and demon Twinkie heads? Ha.
OK, here’s a puzzler. What one thing does the second panel have that the first and third don’t have? And, what two things does the second panel not have that the first and third do have?
Nice choice of word in Frame #3 to finish Randie’s statement in #2, Brig. 😉
Personally, I would NOT lay out any food for Twinkie, because Randie is all ready keeping an eye on Twinkie. (Or is she? We don’t KNOW that’s Twinkie; only that it’s a cat.) But my reason for not feeding Twinkie is not because I’m a meanie.
Back in the late 60’s, we had a stray cat that showed up. We lived on a half block outside of Madison, WI then; pleasant, individually built houses on one side of the street, forest on the other side, and river bordering our front lawns. Anyway, we were NOT cat people, so Dad told Mom to NOT feed the cat. For five days, Mom didn’t feed the cat, but by the sixth day she couldn’t stand it and fed the cat. Dad was upset. But on the next day, DAD fed the cat and that was how we ended up with “Joe”, as we named him. Joe was a terrific cat for the year he hung around. He never came inside – NEVER – but he kept the mouse and muskrat (and probably other rodents) population down.
We found out later that “Joe” had about eight other names; one for each of the other families on our little street; all of THEM feeding him as well. Joe lived like a king. An outdoor King, but a King nonetheless.
So Randie should feed Twinkie because he’s no doubt getting plenty of food. And so long as he’s stopping by regularly to mess up Randie’s place, she’s “keeping an eye” on him. Now, is he stops coming by to be a pest, or shows up a lot tamer because he’s hungry, THEN feed him. But make it dry cat food; the wet stuff has a lingering smell and can quickly draw flies.
Pete… Your childhood neighborhood had a river bordering your front lawns? Wow. Sounds more like Venice, Italy than Madison, Wi. So, was it fun getting to and fro via gondolas?
You reminded me of an old joke….ahem…(clears throat for dramatic effect inspite of the fact that he’s typing on a keyboard)…
Going seven days without food, makes one “weak” (“week”).
Stick: I guess that even monkeys fall from trees. I blame Harold. He most likely distracted me whilst I was drawing.
Pete: The other day I came home to a “stunned” mouse in the the living room. No cat around… just this mouse in the middle of the living room that seemed a bit dazed. I corralled said mouse to the outside… and found Sassy was in the garage. I don’t know which cat brought in the rodent… but my guess is Sassy, who then lost track of the dang thing… then when the last person left the house thru the garage, Sassy got stuck there … So my cats bring IN the dang PUCs… (Poor Unfortunate Creatures)…
My advice would be considered half way between what Good Randie and Bad Randie say. “Look after the cat, but only so you can teach him some manners by using a broom and a water gun.”
Ha! These flying winged heads are pretty funny stuff.
A can of cat food? Wow, that angel head is pretty generous. Cat food comes in bags too.
Nice use of guilt by the angel head.
The demon head (can’t really call it an angel, ya’ know), is all pleasure through pain, ha.
The angel is the hard sell while the demon is the soft sell. Ah, typical.
Seems like Randie’s leaning towards the dark side of the force, er, midichlorians.
Brig, ever consider having Randie visited by talking angel and demon Twinkie heads? Ha.
OK, here’s a puzzler. What one thing does the second panel have that the first and third don’t have? And, what two things does the second panel not have that the first and third do have?
@stick-figurer . #2 is missing her bag and box, but does have a mirror which #1,3 do not have.
The headlight is also smaller in #2 than 1&3.
Nice choice of word in Frame #3 to finish Randie’s statement in #2, Brig. 😉
Personally, I would NOT lay out any food for Twinkie, because Randie is all ready keeping an eye on Twinkie. (Or is she? We don’t KNOW that’s Twinkie; only that it’s a cat.) But my reason for not feeding Twinkie is not because I’m a meanie.
Back in the late 60’s, we had a stray cat that showed up. We lived on a half block outside of Madison, WI then; pleasant, individually built houses on one side of the street, forest on the other side, and river bordering our front lawns. Anyway, we were NOT cat people, so Dad told Mom to NOT feed the cat. For five days, Mom didn’t feed the cat, but by the sixth day she couldn’t stand it and fed the cat. Dad was upset. But on the next day, DAD fed the cat and that was how we ended up with “Joe”, as we named him. Joe was a terrific cat for the year he hung around. He never came inside – NEVER – but he kept the mouse and muskrat (and probably other rodents) population down.
We found out later that “Joe” had about eight other names; one for each of the other families on our little street; all of THEM feeding him as well. Joe lived like a king. An outdoor King, but a King nonetheless.
So Randie should feed Twinkie because he’s no doubt getting plenty of food. And so long as he’s stopping by regularly to mess up Randie’s place, she’s “keeping an eye” on him. Now, is he stops coming by to be a pest, or shows up a lot tamer because he’s hungry, THEN feed him. But make it dry cat food; the wet stuff has a lingering smell and can quickly draw flies.
*oops* I meant Randie’s statement in Frame 3.
d-hawk… Good eyes.
Joe… bonus find, nice job.
Pete… Your childhood neighborhood had a river bordering your front lawns? Wow. Sounds more like Venice, Italy than Madison, Wi. So, was it fun getting to and fro via gondolas?
You reminded me of an old joke….ahem…(clears throat for dramatic effect inspite of the fact that he’s typing on a keyboard)…
Going seven days without food, makes one “weak” (“week”).
Stick: I guess that even monkeys fall from trees. I blame Harold. He most likely distracted me whilst I was drawing.
Pete: The other day I came home to a “stunned” mouse in the the living room. No cat around… just this mouse in the middle of the living room that seemed a bit dazed. I corralled said mouse to the outside… and found Sassy was in the garage. I don’t know which cat brought in the rodent… but my guess is Sassy, who then lost track of the dang thing… then when the last person left the house thru the garage, Sassy got stuck there … So my cats bring IN the dang PUCs… (Poor Unfortunate Creatures)…
My advice would be considered half way between what Good Randie and Bad Randie say. “Look after the cat, but only so you can teach him some manners by using a broom and a water gun.”
Water guns… they do work!