I was feeling inexplicably down last week so I made this comic as a little kick in my own behind. Sometimes, laughing at your absurdity helps. Sometimes, it doesn’t. Either way, creating stuff is a nice way to kill time while your in Sadville.
I want to say a quick thanks to Amelia G over at Blue Blood Magazine for writing this little article about me and my paper frog hunt. I expect hoards of paper frogs to come flooding the mail any day now. Any…….day……………………now? Blue Blood has a nice goth community, stories about horror, fashion, art, etc. It’s all tied up in a black velvet ribbon waiting for you to tear into, so check it out.
It wasn’t all gloomy last week. In fact, I probably laughed the hardest I have in a long time. You’ll like this…
So, I’m at my Mom’s house in another room and I hear her singing to her new kitty this darling little ditty:
“We want your ovaries…We want your ovarieeeeeeees. We already took your brother’s balls and now we want your ovaries!”
I kid you not. That’s what she was singing. Over and over.
The kitty in question is part of a bunch of strays that have been living and procreating behind my mom’s office. She’s been caring for this parking lot cat tribe for months. This includes feeding, neutering, spaying, flea medicine, medical treatment for wounds, etc. So she’s not completely evil, I swear. 😛
Little Ruby was in really bad shape, near death actually, when my Mom brought her home. She’s doing great now and has even stopped terrorizing the other cats. She was pretty tough for a bag of bones. Oh and her brother might not have testicles anymore but he does have a home. There are a couple of kittens still out there if any one local is interested in adopting one. They are in the Largo / Clearwater area. Email me – calanATgingerDeadDOTcom if your interested.
Until next week….