Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 25, 2016

Gee whiz, Gordo, you’d think the claws climbing up your left leg would have provided a clue.

Gordon, you had better shed those pants before Muffin gets any further.

Good thing that it’s not a couple of ferrets.Charming little rugrats, but I would Not want them in my pants.He seems too calm about having a cat in there.

With the renowned skinny legs of Ballard St, it must have been a difficult climb for Muffin.

What is a Muffin?

Muffin is always a bit shy, around company.

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This is especially true when it’s Mrs. Higglepooder, who doesn’t approve of cats. ( Mrs. Higglepooder doesn’t approve of many things ! )

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Thank goodness, Muffin climbed no higher and Gordon, ever composed and poised, did revealed nothing, until his visitor left….

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Then, the scream of pain was heard all the way down Ballard Street !

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It Black Friday at the Tiki with Christmas specials on Yak Ribs and ‘Nanner Daiquiris.

I also just smug…er..imported an excellent dark. spiced rum, for the holidays, that’s strong enough to put a curl in your mustache.

Makes Captain Morgan look like a lowly swabby !

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First drinks are on me today !

Like the dinosaurs, it takes quite a time for Gordon’s hind-brain to signal something to his fore-brain.

This is by far the best one liner cell strips of all time, what a brain. I’d love to sit with this author for weeks and pick his one liner brains.

Most excitement Gordon has had in some time!

I’d love some rum, Linguist, seeing as I missed Thanksgiving here altogether. I met a cat named Muffin once. I think I would know if a cat was climbing up my pant leg no matter what its name was.

Ready for the rum, please.