Despite the melancholy nature of this comic I had a great time in Leeds for Thought Bubble this last weekend thanks to good company, good comics and of course everyone who stopped by my table.
But lengthy travel and a lonely Sunday eve can make home sickness set in.
The nights are dark. The house is dark. Tali is dark. This is a frequent occurrence.
So eager was Tali to get at her treats she didn't realise the treat shower she made for herself.
Well, that was a disaster prevented, huh?
We've been packing up a few bits and pieces recently to make some room and as always, Tali has been oh so helpful.
It was worth it.
The warm weather means the chance of seeing a spider has greatly increased as has the size of the eight-legged beasts. Tali has just been focusing on the little ones. I wonder why?
So my phone was right there all along. Under Tali's butt.
I'm glad it's not just me that Tali scares the crap out of whenever she's feeling most mischievous.
If you happen to have empty cardboard boxes lying around and own a cat like we do, make sure they're secure before letting said cat see them.
Tali doesn't always have an issue with the logistics of pillows. Perhaps this one was different?
Sometimes I like to sing inspirational songs to my cat.
Don't judge me.
Biology, you are crazy.
I only skimmed her tail but still, I felt super bad about it. Should have re-thought my apology though.
So, World Cat Day has been and gone but - and I know this sounds like a terrible cliché but it's true - everyday in our house we celebrate cats. Or rather one very spoilt cat.
Tali doesn't mind what she uses for a pillow. As long as it's something of mine it seems.
Every time. Every damn time.
Tali is the only cat I have known that actually loves watching thunder and lightning. Whereas I crap myself.
Reality sucks. I'm happy living in a dream world.
It's that time of year again when Tali moults an inexplicable amount of hair and everyone else suffers the consequences.