…vacation can’t end soon enough!

It’s the same ol’, same ol’, but at least a few folks don’t complain…

And, perhaps, the Mitchells live on the OTHER side of the Flagtsons…

Mommoy Flagston might be just a little too frugal…

Not many can beat Garbage Ape!

Someone asked why Le Chat Bleu (Les Moore’s nemesis) hadn’t made an appearance in the mystery car; someone else speculated that the feline was spending time over at Crankshaft’s strip, where Old Lillian continues to launch her writing career. Maybe so, but considering Batuiuk writes for both Funky Winkerbean and Crankshaft (or at least foundered founded both strips), there isn’t much of a stretch.

And I will admit that when I first thought of mashing this, I was going to change the title of her next book to “Murder at the Remainder Table,” but I forgot…which ties in with Lillian’s literary career.

Just to make Le Chat Bleu happy, I still may do that.

…an interesting little strip from Argentina that features witches, penguins, the occasional big, furry monster (OLGA), and a girl and her cat Fellini (not all at once).

…because the Tucson Festival of Books is such a magnificent book fait, and the one in Crankshaft looks like such a crappy one…

Hi and Lois. I rarely read this strip. I had no idea that Lois was a working woman, even with four kids at home! It’s a pity that the times don’t seem to be treating real estate agents of any gender kindly…

Tina Wood, from FB’s Readers of the Comic Curmudgeon, was none-too- eager to say goodbye to Libby the Cat (or a reasonable facsimile, as seen in a recent meme). I snorted!

And to add to all of this good, persistent stuff, another ROTCC reader got an on FB, selling a leopard-print cat mat from Amazon…just like Libby’s. Of course, Libby wasn’t modeling it, but I fixed that. Heh.

While I was at a loss to determine which online seller might have these, several folks offered Coke-coming-out-of-your-nose options:
A-meow-zon
Ali-cat-baba
Wayfur
ZuLibby.

We is so funny!

…how Scoopy is dealing with the wave of “healthy” food choices.

Sure he comes from Hootin’ Holler and he and his kin are as poor as the dirt they squat upon, but Tater just strikes me as the happiest child in the comics universe.