MythTickle by Justin Thompson for December 06, 2024

At least you had your coffee.

On that note how did your Thanksgiving tour with Snoopy go El Jefe? It looked cold and wet out there?!

Nice to see kitty has a stocking too.

So sweet! And, if Bucky’s an orange cat, you get bonus points for him having both braincells, tho’ it would seem they weren’t both working that morning.

Bucky,as in “Get Fuzzy”,Jefe?If so,well done,if not,still well done.

I notice that there’s a book of that name by Rachel Ayala.

But Bucky, it’s not as if those crows would welcome you as a playmate.

Yup, cept I’ve got a dog. Cats have a box.

I see why El Jefe is so groggy… I imagine it’s hard to get a decent rest with those stiff-looking eyeshades he’s got on

I love this cartoon.

This reminded me of the beginning of Robert Heinlein’s sf novel The Door Into Summer. I think this counts as fair use (and a recommendation!):

“One winter shortly before the Six Weeks War my tomcat, Petronius the Arbiter, and I lived in an old farmhouse in Connecticut. […] The lack of plumbing made the rent low and what had been the dining room had a good north light for my drafting board.

“The drawback was that the place had eleven doors to the outside.

“[…] I have spent too much of my life opening doors for cats—I once calculated that, since the dawn of civilization, nine hundred and seventy-eight man-centuries have been used up that way. I could show you figures.

“Pete usually used his own door except when he could bully me into opening a people door for him, which he preferred. But he would not use his door when there was snow on the ground.

“While still a kitten, all fluff and buzzes, Pete had worked out a simple philosophy. I was in charge of quarters, rations, and weather; he was in charge of everything else. But he held me especially responsible for weather. Connecticut winters are good only for Christmas cards; regularly that winter Pete would check his own door, refuse to go out it because of that unpleasant white stuff beyond it (he was no fool), then badger me to open a people door.

“He had a fixed conviction that at least one of them must lead into summer weather. Each time this meant that I had to go around with him to each of eleven doors, hold it open while he satisfied himself that it was winter out that way, too, then go on to the next door, while his criticisms of my mismanagement grew more bitter with each disappointment.

“Then he would stay indoors until hydraulic pressure utterly forced him outside. […]

“But he never gave up his search for the Door into Summer.

“On 3 December, 1970, I was looking for it too.”

So happy to see a stocking for Bucky and that you take him outside in harness. Our girl Gypsy (my Avatar) was the neighborhood stray until she adopted us back in Oct of 2016, now she only goes outside in harness with one or both of us at least once a day.

Let MEOWT! Let MEOWT!

This is great! :)