Mark is hot on the trail of otter poachers! Doncha just hate it when other things get in the way?
Why do I have this uncomfortable feeling that the otters may be taking things into their own hands paws?
And then you realize that the otters are perfectly justified…
…it’s time for a fresh pot o’ coffee!
…some people go out of town, some people have projects planned/promised to them, and some people just sit at their computers, waiting for the projects that never are realized. (Yes, I know of what I speak.)
At least my CC buddy queek is on a rapid learning curve with GIMP or PhotoShop or something equally wacky… (sadly, Mark must be our sacrificial lamb in the “traumatized for life” department).
…imitation…flattery…you know the drill. THANKS for the hot model for Cherry Trail!
Hey, at least they’re normal-sized bears. I think.
And here comes Mark! (Okay, we’re officially screwed…)
The plane carrying Mark and Wes has crashed, leaving Wes with a broken foot and Mark…well, you know. Meanwhile, Cherry bravely soldiers on, comforting Shelley…
…oh, heck, June — what do doctors know?
While I can’t speak for Mark and Wes (aside from a feeble “FRONNK!“), June makes it safely back to the office.
Yeah, yeah, aka, Fear and Loathing in Lost Forest.
(Only on cartoon cats. And the really stupid or awful ones.)
(And Les Moore.)
Of course, a little more target practice never hurts…
