Our 16-year-old cat, Storm, started howling a couple of years ago after her brother Sundance died. It's a mournful refrain, and the very last yelp sounds just like a baby crying. It usually means, stop ignoring me, or lift me up onto the bed, or carry me out to my dinner. We sing a lot in the house, but Storm never joins in singing with us. She isn't a dog, for Pete's sake.
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Oh lord, not again...
At least this new and improved Libby has a green eye; not white.
Oh no...
That Drew storyline wrapped up without much of a resolution. She left and Drew didn't learn a thing. At least he could call her, find out where she's working, and have a tantrum at her workplace.
I’ll be a teensy bit disappointed if the first panel in tomorrow’s Mary Worth isn’t a distraught Dr. Drew drunkenly barreling his car through Iris’ window, killing everyone. Then we’ll have some closure.
What seemed like three years of "Dogs are good", then an abrupt end to "The Story of Drew"?
AND- No pool party?
Can't have a pool party if there isn't a new monogamous relationship!
(Long-term readers know about all the exceptions of course.)
Wanders, one of our cats took to howling like a banshee from various rooms once she reached geriatric status. That certainly got our attention. The vet said it’s something aging cats sometimes do. I wonder if it’s the feline equivalent of “I walked into this room to get something, and now I’ve forgotten what it was!”
Wilbur and Estelle is bad enough, but Libby makes it a trifecta of groaning - eeesh.
Either June has never seen a real cat (unlikely), or she hates cats, because Libby is ugly as sin.
This is the worst ending to "Of Human Bondage" anyone could have thought up. Way to go, Moy!
Welcome to the first episode of “Cats are Great!”. the second of a continuing series praising pets. Coming up in the future: Snakes are Super, Goldfish are Mediocre, Birds are Something, and so are Hamsters...
What are the chances that tomorrow, Estelle will turn to Wilbur to tell him that her lovely niece is arriving for a visit. She's a professional wrestler, but being in her mid-thirties now, sh'es thinking of retiring to Santa Royals. Unfortunately, she's a little rough around the edges. Does Wilbur know anyone that she could introduce her niece to that might be a good match? Then on Wednesday, Wilbur, after stuffing down a couple of dozen muffins, asks Mary if she could possibly think of anyone. The chances? None? Yeah, I thought so too.
HelenClark
Oh, Helen Clark, that would be such a delicious storyline. We can hope.
HelenClark, that has SUCH possibilities! If only….
I did think you were going to write, “Wilbur, after stuffing down a couple of dozen muffins, asks Mary if she could take him to the People’s Clinic….”
KitKat, I love the "feline equivalent of 'I've walked into this room to get something, and now I've forgotten what it was.'" I also love the notion that old cats just start yowling over (we don't know what). I have to admit to sometimes wanting to just shout hilarious-sounding words out the window, like "sprachgefuhl" just to see if I get a response. Perhaps Libby is doing this, a feeble effort to draw attention away from the obsequious Wilbur.
TUESDAY
Coming attractions around Halloween:
Wilbur: "All right, Estelle, I've had it up to here! It's me or that fleabag - make up your mind!"
Libby: "Meow rarrr whooooo hiss meow hiss arrrr ooooo aaaaiiii!" ("It's me or fat baldy - make up your mind!")
Estelle: "Oh Mary, help me choose! And hand me another muffin!"
Wait, so Wilbur is upset because he thinks the CAT is upstaging him? So the next story line is Wilbur has cat jealously? Can't wait for Mary's platitudes and KM's W. Somerset Maugham quote for this one.
If one of my wife's dogs barked while I was singing (my solo), and I told it to shut up, I'd be spending the night in a motel, alone. Of course, if I tried to sing without the dogs around the result would be the same.
It's long past time for Estelle to kick Wilbur to the curb.
The poor cat is probably trying to tell them to please stop before she throws up everywhere.
Moy heard how much we all like Iris and her much-younger boyfriend and decided to break up Wilbore and Estelle so that Estelle and Drew could get together. Unfortunately, Jeff is allergic to Libby, thus the built-in conflict in the story. Will Drew be forced to finally get his own place? [MEOW!]
When an older cat start howling all of a sudden, you have to rule out dementia.
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KitKat, I love the "feline equivalent of 'I've walked into this room to get something, and now I've forgotten what it was.'"
LouiseF beat me to it. But great line.
Also like cat jealousy, Stupid. I hadn't read yesterday's strip yet, so I was surprised we moved on without resolution. And to something this ridiculous.
Given a healthy relationship Estelle would be laughing at Wilbur. But Wilbur is incapable of healthy anything.
Ah, Moy's characteristic subtlety and nuance. Some lesser cartoonists might be tempted to depict unrealistic, over-the-top behavior. But not Karen. No siree.
-- Scottie McW.
So, is Wilbur practicing to try out for the Santa Royale Chorus? What's the big deal that the cat chimes in? Clearly Estelle considers the session a "singalong"; will Wilbur's behavior towards Libby finally be the straw that sends Estelle chasing him to the door with a broom? I sure hope so.
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