Scary Gary by Mark Buford for May 21, 2023

Leopold is much more in tune with his body’s needs than Gary is.

Once I pull my stinky hooves out of my shoes your stomach may rethink his order…

Leopold’s stomach is more precise. I wish mine told me what it wanted like that.

Did you swallow a Screamin’ Jay Hawkins DVD?

I think I lost my appetite, I can’t stand liver!

Gary has been craving a Bloody Mary for months now, but settled for a fuzzy navel instead!

Leo’s stomach wants some sole food.

Our cat loves human feet. She attacks them every chance she gets. She’s weird. She fake bites and doesn’t put her claws out although she does some spirited rabbit kicking.

That’s because the last human Leopold ate had an iPhone in his pocket. Now his tummy makes use of Siri.

Now if Leo’s stomach were an organ, it could play a haunting melody while Leo digests…

Hello my belly, Hello my tummy, Hello my talking gall…" So, ahh, Leo? How much for the talking gallbladder? (Of course, as soon as I buy it and set it on the bar all I’ll et is a “Ribet.”)

Blech…..

Leopold has no taste! Feet must be well-done, and eyeballs raw, not fried! I am so disappointed at his gauche choices!…