Now you can't tell me that after 20 years of dating, Mary was unaware of Jeff's cat allergy. I mean, we all figured it out in about five seconds. We're on to you, Mary, and all I can say is, "Well played."
Although June's drawing of cats is odd, she's managed to give Libby a haughty smug look today. I score it a big 1 for Libby and a squishy 0 for Jeff. I do wish Libby had knocked the roast lamb on the floor, though.
I sure hope Mary knows CPR. It looks like Dr. Jeff's allergy is severe enough to bring on a heart attack at the mere sight of a cat. Although I doubt even a heart attack would be enough for Mary to consider touching her lips to Dr. Jeff's. I'm afraid he's a gonner.
I love Libby’s look. She’s thinking “I own you too, pal.”
Scottie, was thinking that Dr. Jeff’s stance is overly dramatic like in a silent film when they point at the killer.
Jeff is probably going to do a “it’s Libby or me”, If it was me, I’d say “Bye, Felicia”. (That’s a line from the movie “Friday”.). But since this is Mary, Nance’s boldface haiku title sums up where Libby’s going to live.
Honestly, Jeff and Mary's relationship seems weird anyway. Didn't he propose to her yonks ago and then she turned him down? She should keep the cat and ditch Jeff.
Mary: “Oh, Jeff, -may I call you Jeff?- does this mean we won’t be able to have our semi-quadrennial date to go for a spin in your cabin cruiser followed by the salmon special at the Bum Boat? And that you can’t give me a ride to the airport next week when I fly to New York to reunite with dear Old Shelley Cohen and dear old Act Actorson and dear old Bake Bakerson? No? Well, that’s pretty FREAKIN’ INCONVENIENT! Just get out of here, you sicko cat-sniffing sneezer! I don’t even know who you are, anymore.”
Jeff walks away whistling the theme from the Andy Griffith Show.
Mary: “Libby, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful cat/master relationship.”
Wow - that's actually pretty weird, Downpuppy. Where on earth did you find the patience to look that up? Anyway, I'm not surprised that Moy feels totally ocomfortable rehashing the "Dr. Jeff is allergic to pets" storyline. She must assume that no one from 11 years ago would still be hanging in here, reading this strip. Either that or she knows that most of us are at an age where dementia has likely kicked in and we wouldn't remember who the heck Chester was or even Dr. Jeff for that matter.
Apparently Dr. Jeff’s pet dander allergy had slipped Mary’s mind—she sees him so infrequently these days. However, his reaction to Chester (thanks, Downpuppy) was a mere runny nose. Libby seems to have provoked something like a cross between COPD and anaphylaxis. Looks like the cat allergy is extreme enough to justify his VanHelsing-confronting-Dracula stance when he first saw Libby. Really, I expected him to whip out a crucifix and a bulb of garlic!
I've noticed that many people who claim to be allergic to cats also hate cats. Often, they can sit around in your house perfectly fine, with a cat nearby, and the allergy doesn't manifest itself until they spot the feline. Now, I know there are people who have genuine allergies, but they are seldom so severe that they must run from the house screaming. I'd say Jeff was looking for an escape from Mary's dreadful cooking. Lamb in a can, anyone?
Carlye, I've noticed that as well. My sister was one. Then she ended up with a cat that she's had for years who's the light of her life. And an old boyfriend, who never wanted to spend time at my house due to his cat allergy, unless he needed to because his internet was out and he needed to use mine. Then he could spend HOURS at my place. :( And yes, there are definitely people who have cat allergies, but I have never seen any so bad that someone was literally running down the hallway to get away. Sensitive guy, that Dr. Jeff.
Love that Libby is, unnoticed to the human, getting ready to take a bite of lamb. And her look as he runs down the hallway is definitely a look that says, "So long, sucker, I run this house now!"
I'm allergic to cats but I have no problem visiting friends with cats and I've never sprinted away like Jeff. Karen Moy needs to go somewhere where she can meet real people.
I got my first two cats when I was 19. I had never had a pet (aside from a hamster). almost immediately I developed allergic asthma. I loved the cats too much, so I medicated myself to deal with it. After a while I built up a tolerance and am no longer allergic. I think Dr. Jeff is using Libby to get away from Mary. Well played Dr. Jeff.
Dr. Jeff is running down the hall as if he's being chased by Jason from Friday the 13th.
I love that Libby is licking that lamb. She's the best character since Entertaining Esme. She's the feline version.
Monday: Mary's asking Libby what to do. Libby: "Get use to it, old lady. I own you." Even if she gets rid of Libby, Mary will need to vacuum that apartment to death because of hair and pet dander.
Mary should be like Garfield does to Nermal: Send her to Abu Dhabi.
@Regina at 9:22 a.m., Libby as the feline version of Entertaining Esme is both insightful and hilarious. Bravo! I wish Esme would come to Santa Royale and toy with Dr. Jeff. I can picture her singing "Whatever Lola Wants, Lola Gets" (from "Damn Yankees") to him while he sputters and stammers. That would be great [sigh}.
I think Libby should reply to Mary, "Acknowledge and pay homage to your feline mistress, feeble human!"
What do you do, Mary? You break out a new jar of Hellman's and call Wilbur of course. A little cat hair on the roast won't bother Wilbur. Plus you can probably convince him to take Libby home with him. Libby is obviously much more intelligent than Dawn plus she's spayed so she won't be whining about her crummy love life.
Wanders, come back! We inmates are not qualified to be running this asylum. By which I mean that we don't have the requisite skills to insert brilliant secret messages.
To add to the cat dander lore, I've had cats most of my adult life, but I recall my father having to come and collect me from a cat-owning friend's pajama party when I was 10 or 11 because I was barely able to breath. There was no play-acting involved, because I desperately wanted to stay there with my friends.
As to Mary's question of what they're going to do now, I think the answer is clearly to get a new boyfriend, hopefully one who isn't allergic to the stench of your filthy old slippers and tries to shift the blame to a poor abandoned kitty.
Libby is my favorite character in this strip. I'm good with anyone who can make Dr Jeff run away from Mary's apartment like he's being chased by a werewolf.
Alas, Mary is probably going to give Libby to Wilbur and then spend a week self-congratulating herself about it.
When I was fresh out of college I moved to Texas and a friend drove with me. My fiance and I bought her a plane ticket for the return home. We didn't know she was allergic to cats; pretty sure she knew in advance we had a cat. Anyway, within a couple hours she was miserable and we had to spend hundreds of dollars we absolutely didn't have changing her flight. After that we always mentioned the cat to anyone planning to come to our apartment. Enjoy the lamb roast, Libby!
By the way, anyone notice that the lamb roast is actually larger than Libby? It was just for the two of them?
It sort of reminded me of my brother's late cat, Bandit. One time they had the oven door open, and a ham sitting in a roaster on top of the open door. Bandit (a very large cat) grabbed the entire ham and took off for the basement with it. They had to wrestle it away from him.
I nominate the panel from Sunday, with Libby and the lamb roast, for one of my favorites. Either that, or Jeff running away. Both destined to be classics.
My mom always had cats growing up and so it was that we always had cats growing up. Not too long after all of the kids had more or less situated themselves, my parents gave the last of the cats to the youngest sibling and commenced to live a cat free life and move to Arizona.
Not only to do they now have much nicer furniture, my dad, miraculously, found that he no longer suffered from constant nasal drip and irritated eyes. His sneezing and coughing (he's never smoked) also went away. The man is a doctor who apparently just thought that such was the way things were... We have cats. Over the weekend, my wife taped up the sides of the living room furniture to try and limit the amount of stuffing being ripped out. Don't ask me about the litter box situation... Cats are great!
@Tim I will chime in and say that I can't be in a room with a cat. And if a cat has been in the room and I sit in a chair that had been occupied by a cat I will immediately swell up and have trouble breathing. I don't always have my drugs with me, but fortunately, I do always have my feet.
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Although June's drawing of cats is odd, she's managed to give Libby a haughty smug look today. I score it a big 1 for Libby and a squishy 0 for Jeff. I do wish Libby had knocked the roast lamb on the floor, though.
I still think we're going for a hat trick. First the allergy, then the half-eaten roast, then something else "roasting" in the litter box.
Dr. Jeff's cat allergy is making him quite skinny. Get out of there Jeff before you completely shrivel up and disappear.
On another note: Dr. Jeff is rockin' those chinos!
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"Mr. Allora Gets An Early Christmas Gift".
Ah-choo!
Oh dear! Ok? Matter?
That's! Allergic cats!
A rather exaggerated reaction by Dr. J, wouldn't you say?
Yeah, this is totally believable.
Hit the road, Jeff.
-- Scottie McW.
It's Benjamin Button all over again.
If you're short an epi-pen, I'm sure Tommie could hook you up.
Looks like dinner at the Bum Boat after all..No doubt a plot by the nefarious Libby, who is one of those cats that can pry open the refrigerator...
I sure hope Mary knows CPR. It looks like Dr. Jeff's allergy is severe enough to bring on a heart attack at the mere sight of a cat. Although I doubt even a heart attack would be enough for Mary to consider touching her lips to Dr. Jeff's. I'm afraid he's a gonner.
I swear yesterday I was going to say "CUE SNEEZE"
I love Libby’s look. She’s thinking “I own you too, pal.”
Scottie, was thinking that Dr. Jeff’s stance is overly dramatic like in a silent film when they point at the killer.
Jeff is probably going to do a “it’s Libby or me”, If it was me, I’d say “Bye, Felicia”. (That’s a line from the movie “Friday”.). But since this is Mary, Nance’s boldface haiku title sums up where Libby’s going to live.
Didn't this happen with Chester the Dog years ago?
So long, Dr. Jeff. It was nice knowing you.
No, Nance is probably right. Too bad--as Wanders pointed out, Libby is the only realistic character is all of the Worthiverse.
Honestly, Jeff and Mary's relationship seems weird anyway. Didn't he propose to her yonks ago and then she turned him down? She should keep the cat and ditch Jeff.
I didn't need to see a close up of Jeff sneezing.
Mary: “Oh, Jeff, -may I call you Jeff?- does this mean we won’t be able to have our semi-quadrennial date to go for a spin in your cabin cruiser followed by the salmon special at the Bum Boat? And that you can’t give me a ride to the airport next week when I fly to New York to reunite with dear Old Shelley Cohen and dear old Act Actorson and dear old Bake Bakerson? No? Well, that’s pretty FREAKIN’ INCONVENIENT! Just get out of here, you sicko cat-sniffing sneezer! I don’t even know who you are, anymore.”
Jeff walks away whistling the theme from the Andy Griffith Show.
Mary: “Libby, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful cat/master relationship.”
Libby: ( Right, Biatch.)
@meg
Libby: No, this is the beginning of a beautiful human/master relationship.
-- S. McW.
First — we all know a PhD in Comparative 18th Century Palentology in Children’s Literature doesn’t make you a doctor, Jeff.
Second — Mary saw Aldo more often than she’s seen Jeff; I wouldn’t call this relationship “dating” or even a “relationship”.
SATURDAY
Mary: "Jeff, I have two words for you: Ted Miller!"
Jeff (as Mary gives him the bum's rush out of her apartment): "What a character...
OWWWWWWWWW!!!!
Call me crazy, but I have a gut feeling that Toby and Ian will end up with Libby.
SUNDAY
I now nothing about roast lamb. Does it typically resemble an oversized bowling ball?
June forgot Libby's thought bubble (in a rectangle): "Ha, good riddance to you, puny human! This is my turf now!"
We all know that many weeks from now, Mary will happen upon some unfortunate person on whom she will dump Libby.
Know, not now
The most interesting thing about the Chester and Jeff show is that it was EXACTLY 11 years ago. 12/2/07 was even a Sunday!
Uncle Joe was already on the downslope as an artist, but at least the colorists weren't stuck on purple.
Wow - that's actually pretty weird, Downpuppy. Where on earth did you find the patience to look that up?
Anyway, I'm not surprised that Moy feels totally ocomfortable rehashing the "Dr. Jeff is allergic to pets" storyline. She must assume that no one from 11 years ago would still be hanging in here, reading this strip. Either that or she knows that most of us are at an age where dementia has likely kicked in and we wouldn't remember who the heck Chester was or even Dr. Jeff for that matter.
Apparently Dr. Jeff’s pet dander allergy had slipped Mary’s mind—she sees him so infrequently these days. However, his reaction to Chester (thanks, Downpuppy) was a mere runny nose. Libby seems to have provoked something like a cross between COPD and anaphylaxis. Looks like the cat allergy is extreme enough to justify his VanHelsing-confronting-Dracula stance when he first saw Libby. Really, I expected him to whip out a crucifix and a bulb of garlic!
I've noticed that many people who claim to be allergic to cats also hate cats. Often, they can sit around in your house perfectly fine, with a cat nearby, and the allergy doesn't manifest itself until they spot the feline. Now, I know there are people who have genuine allergies, but they are seldom so severe that they must run from the house screaming. I'd say Jeff was looking for an escape from Mary's dreadful cooking. Lamb in a can, anyone?
Carlye, I've noticed that as well. My sister was one. Then she ended up with a cat that she's had for years who's the light of her life. And an old boyfriend, who never wanted to spend time at my house due to his cat allergy, unless he needed to because his internet was out and he needed to use mine. Then he could spend HOURS at my place. :( And yes, there are definitely people who have cat allergies, but I have never seen any so bad that someone was literally running down the hallway to get away. Sensitive guy, that Dr. Jeff.
Love that Libby is, unnoticed to the human, getting ready to take a bite of lamb. And her look as he runs down the hallway is definitely a look that says, "So long, sucker, I run this house now!"
I'd like to see Wilbur take the cat. It could be his emotional support animal.
I'm allergic to cats but I have no problem visiting friends with cats and I've never sprinted away like Jeff. Karen Moy needs to go somewhere where she can meet real people.
I got my first two cats when I was 19. I had never had a pet (aside from a hamster). almost immediately I developed allergic asthma. I loved the cats too much, so I medicated myself to deal with it. After a while I built up a tolerance and am no longer allergic. I think Dr. Jeff is using Libby to get away from Mary. Well played Dr. Jeff.
Dr. Jeff is running down the hall as if he's being chased by Jason from Friday the 13th.
I love that Libby is licking that lamb. She's the best character since Entertaining Esme. She's the feline version.
Monday: Mary's asking Libby what to do. Libby: "Get use to it, old lady. I own you." Even if she gets rid of Libby, Mary will need to vacuum that apartment to death because of hair and pet dander.
Mary should be like Garfield does to Nermal: Send her to Abu Dhabi.
Monday
@Regina at 9:22 a.m., Libby as the feline version of Entertaining Esme is both insightful and hilarious. Bravo! I wish Esme would come to Santa Royale and toy with Dr. Jeff. I can picture her singing "Whatever Lola Wants, Lola Gets" (from "Damn Yankees") to him while he sputters and stammers. That would be great [sigh}.
I think Libby should reply to Mary, "Acknowledge and pay homage to your feline mistress, feeble human!"
Monday
What do you do, Mary? You break out a new jar of Hellman's and call Wilbur of course. A little cat hair on the roast won't bother Wilbur. Plus you can probably convince him to take Libby home with him. Libby is obviously much more intelligent than Dawn plus she's spayed so she won't be whining about her crummy love life.
Wanders, come back! We inmates are not qualified to be running this asylum. By which I mean that we don't have the requisite skills to insert brilliant secret messages.
To add to the cat dander lore, I've had cats most of my adult life, but I recall my father having to come and collect me from a cat-owning friend's pajama party when I was 10 or 11 because I was barely able to breath. There was no play-acting involved, because I desperately wanted to stay there with my friends.
As to Mary's question of what they're going to do now, I think the answer is clearly to get a new boyfriend, hopefully one who isn't allergic to the stench of your filthy old slippers and tries to shift the blame to a poor abandoned kitty.
Libby is my favorite character in this strip. I'm good with anyone who can make Dr Jeff run away from Mary's apartment like he's being chased by a werewolf.
Alas, Mary is probably going to give Libby to Wilbur and then spend a week self-congratulating herself about it.
When I was fresh out of college I moved to Texas and a friend drove with me. My fiance and I bought her a plane ticket for the return home. We didn't know she was allergic to cats; pretty sure she knew in advance we had a cat. Anyway, within a couple hours she was miserable and we had to spend hundreds of dollars we absolutely didn't have changing her flight. After that we always mentioned the cat to anyone planning to come to our apartment.
Enjoy the lamb roast, Libby!
By the way, anyone notice that the lamb roast is actually larger than Libby? It was just for the two of them?
It sort of reminded me of my brother's late cat, Bandit. One time they had the oven door open, and a ham sitting in a roaster on top of the open door. Bandit (a very large cat) grabbed the entire ham and took off for the basement with it. They had to wrestle it away from him.
I nominate the panel from Sunday, with Libby and the lamb roast, for one of my favorites. Either that, or Jeff running away. Both destined to be classics.
My mom always had cats growing up and so it was that we always had cats growing up. Not too long after all of the kids had more or less situated themselves, my parents gave the last of the cats to the youngest sibling and commenced to live a cat free life and move to Arizona.
Not only to do they now have much nicer furniture, my dad, miraculously, found that he no longer suffered from constant nasal drip and irritated eyes. His sneezing and coughing (he's never smoked) also went away. The man is a doctor who apparently just thought that such was the way things were... We have cats. Over the weekend, my wife taped up the sides of the living room furniture to try and limit the amount of stuffing being ripped out. Don't ask me about the litter box situation... Cats are great!
@Tim I will chime in and say that I can't be in a room with a cat. And if a cat has been in the room and I sit in a chair that had been occupied by a cat I will immediately swell up and have trouble breathing. I don't always have my drugs with me, but fortunately, I do always have my feet.
Wanders! Come back! We miss you!!
Miss Scarlet, I hope you’re not running the way Dr. Jeff is running. All we need is Freddy Krueger running behind him.
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