Monty by Jim Meddick for July 14, 2017

I have greenie snacks for the cat’s teeth. He cries because I don’t give them to him by the pound.

Unknown to Monty it is a special day to Fleshy, I mean Iron Cat, it’s Saint Catricks day.

Brilliant! I love Fleshy with his insane eyes, lol.

Don’t make Fleshy angry! You wouldn’t like him when he’s angry! (Wasn’t there a Hulk-Monty storyline a way back?)

My finicky eater doesn’t like any of the flavors with gravy. Neither does my cat.

So, first Iron Cat rips open his tongue on the shredded metal, then he licks all the food off of Monty. Yuck.

Whatever Iron Fleshy wants, Iron Fleshy gets.

My aunt’s cat, Blackie, a black dame and ruler of the house, whom I sometimes tended, would eat only newly-chopped, fresh beef liver.

Be thankful, Monty. And wash your face!

He’s created a monster!

Monty should know the weaknesses of the suit.