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Problem is, it’s the neighbor’s garage door.
My husband told me that exact factoid when we were first married. Argggh.
Our long-haired black cat does that with his golden eyes and then yawns. He’s missing one fang. Of course he gets what he wants.
But but but, those poor whales!
And baby food? Heck, there’s even a baby on the label.
Time to give it mouth-to-mouth.
His story: “How I got this wedgie …”
Took me a minute. Compare numbers from first and last panels.
Then he’ll bury it.
Let him be. Bob doesn’t often get visitors.
Problem is, it’s the neighbor’s garage door.