Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

I love how this turned out. I’m not much more than an amateur when it comes to PhotoShop, so I don’t really know how or why Chat Bleu came out so well. I’d rather have a Blue Cat than a Green Fairy, no matter what it’s supposed to signify (I don’t live in Funkytown anyway).

I don’t consider myself an ambulance chaser, but I started snarking Funky Winkerbean when the hue and cry of ham-fistedness in the Lisa story arc began growing louder and louder. And I really, really liked messing around with Chat Bleu.

I think this was Drew’s big mistake, introducing Vera and Dawn (then again, I think that there are only 20 people under the age of 50 in Santa Royale — they probably do run into each other on occasion, forced to pay full price for a movie, having to wait to eat out until the earlybird crowd leaves at 6 PM. Ah, the inconveniences one must endure when young!).

And what an entrance! Good looks, charm — it drips off of him (then again, it might just be the Brylcreem). Who could resist? That’s all right, ladies, there’s enough Dr. Drew for ALL of you! (Why does he emind me of that old 1960s board game, “Mystery Date”?)

What a strange little comic. What a strange little boy. What a strange dad. He just fits so well with 9 Chickweed Lane folks; maybe it’s his silence that is a counterpoint to the blathering that goes on there. This isn’t meant to rag on anyone or any strip, just figuring that Lio would be a lot like Snoopy, dancing for the sheer joy of it…no pressure, no anxiety, just a dancin’ fool!

Heck, Rex might be a yeti under his lab coat. What was under the towel wasn’t clear, even to June.  Anyway, I love his incisive mind…Niki and that high-falutin’ texting jazz better watch out!

In the words of my favorite Sith Lord’s reluctant son: “Noooooooo!”

The fun is only beginning for Rex and Niki!