Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for May 13, 2014

Touche’ Pinkish!

I see the colorist finally caught on to the cat’s name.

And there’s that weird zone again, when you realize the talking, human-level-intelligence*-possessing animals of Get Fuzzy have absolutely no legal rights of their own.

YES, I’M OVERTHINKING IT

*well, maybe not Satchel, but Whitey seems to be smart enough to take care of himself

He misspelled “cemetery.”

On the internet, one would say:: “Teh caller was to lose”.

Since Rob lives in an apartment, turning the lawn into a Pet Sematary (sorry, Mr. King!) is a bit of a hollow threat.

Still, I guess that’s better than turning it into a rodent (or felid, canid or mustelid) seminary…Speaking of which, have you heard about agnostic dyslectics: people who aren’t sure there is a Dog?

Or insomniac dyslexic agnostics who lay awake at night wondering if there is a Dog?

…What lawn? he lives an apartment, and is literally 20 times his size so its not like intimidation tactics will work.

Since when did cats need licenses?

I don’t know about your city, but in Omaha, cats need to be licensed. Cat licenses are cheaper than dogs, unless you have more than 3. I’m too cheap to buy licenses, so I have no pets.