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chicago pt 1

April 24, 2011

Every few years I go to Chicago to eat pastries, gripe about stuff and make comics with Laura Park. This time around we saved a cat, watched some horrifying kids videos and learned about terrible things on the internet while I laid on the couch and complained about my bad back. Sounds fun, no? I’ll be posting our sketches and comics over the next few days. It should be obvious, but just in case, Laura’s comics are in color, mine in black and white. Enjoy!

that was totally gross, so here’s one about a cat!

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Stephen April 25, 2011 at 10:32 am

I had this experience a few weeks ago with a cuddly orange cat who came into our front garden. We already have a cat, so I gave her a good cuddle, a meal of biscuits, and then when she came back put her in the churchyard not far down the road where at least she was away from traffic.

“Mro?” is a very good description of the noise pussy cats make! :-)

Lin April 25, 2011 at 7:28 pm

I just found you website and I’m totally loving it! When I first heard about vajazzling I thought the exact same thing…wtf is that a ‘thing’!?! lol

Love your comics.

Nik April 25, 2011 at 7:38 pm

I wish my building had cute cat delivery service.

David April 27, 2011 at 5:40 pm

and here I thought Vajazzling was an STD that originated in the 70′s when Liberace fucked a unicorn.

Jennifer Hayden May 11, 2011 at 2:39 am

I heard about vajazzling recently and thought it was hysterical. And CLASSY.

Hawk Hardcase May 17, 2011 at 2:27 pm

Cats go where they want. I see two spinsters trying to alter the daily rounds of an innocent cat to assuage their own guilt. But good on you for tucking him/her away someplace safe.

Amelia May 23, 2011 at 2:22 am

I’m very glad to know that this is a “thing.”

Tamfang August 25, 2012 at 7:08 am

The middle pic reminds me of this one time ….
I was waiting for the Haight Street bus at the corner of Gough, as was a woman not without girl-next-door appeal.
After some polite strangerly chitchat she asked, “You don’t date, do you?”
Taking into account various considerations, including a huge open sore on her collarbone, I said no with a friendly smile.

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