Today’s comic is dedicated to Jessica of Alone… with cats. Jess became my de facto muse this week with her inspirational post about broken art and broken hearts. What are you still doing here? Clicky, clicky!
Incidentally, cats can’t talk. Definitely not. I have Teva and Isabel’s solemn word on that.
the other side of the mountain 
sadly, i don’t have a stalker ex-girlfriend. i do have to spend some time avoiding the foot fetishist at the office who has taken a shine to my tootsies, however…
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My stalkers all seem to have lost interest. I don’t know whether to be relieved or depressed.
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Be relieved. Mine appears to have gone away and I’m pretty happy about that.
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Wow. Just wow.
You captured us all *so* well. It’s as if you’re here in the apartment with us right now. Oh my god. Was that you hiding in the shrubs? Are you in my apartment? Is this blog post coming from inside the house?
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*rustle, rustle*
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Okay, although I do want minions, I definitely don’t want stalkers.
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I send them pictures of myself in the nude. That probably wouldn’t work for you.
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Wait – are you saying sending nude pictures of myself wouldn’t get me stalkers or wouldn’t deter stalkers? (I need to know if I should be taking offense here.)
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I spent many years alone with cats. Two Siamese, actually. I liked it. They outlived many of my relationships. Girls would come and go but those cats were always happy to see me when I walked in the room
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I’m sure
“Oh look, Bringer of Food has returned. Yay!”
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wonder if I should get a cat and give it up as an offering to the stalker? (let that one sink in…..) 🙂
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Bunnies are tastier.
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Isobel looks like my cat, Daisy, who died last year. Sob. I swear she could talk… but she mostly talked about dinner.
Sx
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My condolences. It’s never easy losing family – and they are family, aren’t they?
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Sorry to hear about Daisy. Isabel and I send hugs.
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Love your artwork on Jessica’s blog!
Cats do indeed talk – you just have to be able to translate. They tend to hiss at me which I translate as, “We sense your fear.” (Have no idea where this fear originated.)
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Do they say “Boo” as well?
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Want a kitty.
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Want a pile of money.
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Want a kitty on a pile of money.
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Beautiful painting! Hey! I’ve never been stalked. What am I, chopped liver?
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The Foie gras nickname had to come from somewhere didn’t it?
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Cats rocks, and are secretly taking over the world for Baast
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That explains why people who don’t like cats call them “Baastards”.
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“What’s new pussycat? Woe, woe, woe woe!”
Was stalked by a ‘rabbit-boiler’ lesbian for six months. I had a boyfriend but she was convinced she could convert me.
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Well, don’t leave us hanging. Did she?
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Nope, although I have had boyfriends who have made me wish I batted for the other side.
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Hey this mum’s medication sounds a lot more exciting than anything I have ever taken of my mums…but its not hard to beat passing out after taking a few Sudafeds for a *good time*…!
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I do like the look of those cats in suits…
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