(or Friday morning post-a-thon. whatever.)
Today's Get Fuzzy is hilarious! Satchel's Google comment. Hee.
It's also very frustrating to me that the damn lettering on For Better or Worse has gotten so fucking tiny, I can't read it without my glasses and have to peer even with them on. Yes, yes I realize it hasn't gotten tiny, I've just gotten blind, but it's inconvenient nonetheless. I'm now drawn towards comics with big bold lettering and not too much of it. Having said that, I feel a thousand years old. The shotgun and blaring of "GET OFF MY LAWN" aren't too far behind, I fear.
In other exciting news, Hobbes just leaped onto the desk, turned his head to the side and burped loudly. Guess that new wet food from Trader Joes went down smooth.
It's been a few posts since I've cooed over how adorable my cat is and how he's so much better than anybody else's cat. Hey, if I'm going to be a cat-hair-covered-knitting-spinster, I'm going to be a batty one, k? Thanks. Anyhow. He is so very adorable. And is also one persistent motherfucker. Which is the only way to my carapace encased heart. Not only must you love me unconditionally, you must love me even though I may fling you across the room when it suits me.
He particularly likes to lie between me and the keyboard, one paw firmly holding down my mouse arm. When I am feverishly working, this is a less endearing trait and he is soon airborne. This in no way deters him, but commences a battle of wills which he invariably wins.
My sister in law and I have a completely different approach to cats. She is very tender with all animals, and if her cat does something less than graceful, she averts her eyes to spare his dignity. Jake will quickly straighten up and lick his butt (as all self respecting cats do when caught in the klutz). When Hobbes does something entertaining, I point and laugh while he slinks off to shed hair on my favorite sweater. It's a dysfunctional relationship, but a happy one. At 14 years, he's the longest commitment I've ever been able to maintain with a male of any species.
Today's Get Fuzzy is hilarious! Satchel's Google comment. Hee.
It's also very frustrating to me that the damn lettering on For Better or Worse has gotten so fucking tiny, I can't read it without my glasses and have to peer even with them on. Yes, yes I realize it hasn't gotten tiny, I've just gotten blind, but it's inconvenient nonetheless. I'm now drawn towards comics with big bold lettering and not too much of it. Having said that, I feel a thousand years old. The shotgun and blaring of "GET OFF MY LAWN" aren't too far behind, I fear.
In other exciting news, Hobbes just leaped onto the desk, turned his head to the side and burped loudly. Guess that new wet food from Trader Joes went down smooth.
It's been a few posts since I've cooed over how adorable my cat is and how he's so much better than anybody else's cat. Hey, if I'm going to be a cat-hair-covered-knitting-spinster, I'm going to be a batty one, k? Thanks. Anyhow. He is so very adorable. And is also one persistent motherfucker. Which is the only way to my carapace encased heart. Not only must you love me unconditionally, you must love me even though I may fling you across the room when it suits me.
He particularly likes to lie between me and the keyboard, one paw firmly holding down my mouse arm. When I am feverishly working, this is a less endearing trait and he is soon airborne. This in no way deters him, but commences a battle of wills which he invariably wins.
My sister in law and I have a completely different approach to cats. She is very tender with all animals, and if her cat does something less than graceful, she averts her eyes to spare his dignity. Jake will quickly straighten up and lick his butt (as all self respecting cats do when caught in the klutz). When Hobbes does something entertaining, I point and laugh while he slinks off to shed hair on my favorite sweater. It's a dysfunctional relationship, but a happy one. At 14 years, he's the longest commitment I've ever been able to maintain with a male of any species.