Mary’s survived the mugging and is being squired around NYC by Broadway actor Ken Kensington…how exciting! But a simple stroll can be ever so much MORE exciting…
And Heathcliff is quickly becoming the patron saint (or at least patron cat) of Surrealism. With a little help from Dunlap’s Ol’ Non-Stick Maple Syrup (“It’s Slippericious!“)
Sadly, I don’t care.
Come to think of it, will anyone on the Eastern seaboard survive?
See above. (But somehow I feel better.)
…’cause Westview’s hell.
(But then again, we all already knew that.)
I thought about not going this far, too, but then again, Dad seems proud of the fact that he can multi-task changing a diaper while eating a peanut butter sandwich, so I think the limit here borders on the limitless.
And, of course, how would it be with a new baby if Les weren’t around to wax eloquent and dismal?
It *almost* worked, but comic strip snarkers are a harsh lot.
(And it makes Rex look super creepy.)
…Thanksgiving tomorrow, or Jeffy’s evolving sense of surly autonomy!
(Because I think that may be the only day he pretends to work.)
But first, a dinner engagement…
And then, actually practicing medicine…
…or, Does Cat Butt Really Taste That Good?
So it’s time to strike while the Sunday comics are hot! Like two dozen Parkerhouse rolls!
And just because of Jeffy’s expression…
