Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for January 17, 2009

“Ya gotta do, what ya gotta do”

Sounds like a plan.

There’s also ‘run around the house like the devil himself was after me’, for absolutely no reason.

Pee on furniture, knock things off shelves, meow loudly at 3:00 a.m. for no apparent reason … there are lots of options.

Play. Catch a mouse. Chase a dog. Eat a flower. Eat some lasagna. No, wait…wrong strip.

Dutchboy1 says:

There’s also ‘run around the house like the devil himself was after me’, for absolutely no reason.

Dutchboy1, that’s one of my favorites

You cats live the life of riley so you have nothing to complain about.

Hey, all of those cats do normally in its life spans!

I keep waiting for Wiley to do a Ben Franklin parody, where the kite and the thunderclouds with lightning are clearly visible. The kite string is attached to a table where the famous “key” experiment is set up. A still-smoldering black smudge can be seen on the ground next to the table with the caption reading: “THE DEMISE OF BEN FRANKLIN’S LESSER-KNOWN BROTHER, NED.”

Draw it up, Michaelnash.

Poor cat…..and it only gets easier in the next eight lives.

Sleep?

First rule of being a cat: “When in doubt…wash.”

You could run for congress.

Chow down on some catnip then find a fuzzy/sparkly anything.