ACTIVATE!
Here is something that happens around here:
My wife and I will be having a Quiet Evening, which means we will be in our chairs with Lildogz asleep in various laps.
At which point Zoe the cat will saunter in, very casually, and stroll around the room, acting nonchalant. But we will notice that Lildogz, while they will not have moved or stirred, are watching her carefully from slitted eyes, while still pretending to be fast asleep.
And this will go on for minutes and minutes, with everything perfectly peaceful and yet the tension building and building…
And then, as though there was some prearranged signal to which we are not privy, everything suddenly explodes. Zoe will abruptly streak across the room while both dogs simultaneously rocket from our laps and give chase, and we will leap up yelling because dog toenails HURT, dammit, and drinks will be spilled and there will be barking and hissing and crashing furniture.
And then suddenly it will be OVER. The dogs corner Zoe, and she hisses at them, and they get these expressions of oh, okay, guess we’re done, and come slouching back to our laps, and Zoe washes her face.
But we do not find it as much fun as they obviously do.
I shall also note that (as I write this) it is Father’s Day here in our part of the world. Since this comic is created by a father-son team, I feel we’re entitled to make special mention of that fact today.
It is also a good time to note that my own father was (along with his many other sterling qualities) an excellent source of technical information. And were he still with us, he would probably have been contributing to this comic as well. Three generations — now that would have been cool.
Happy Father’s Day.
— Bob out
You’re right. Happy Father’s Day!
A father-son team? I had no idea. Cool stuff! 😀
I like cats.
We just recently lost our cat, Amber, who helped us raise a litter of 6 Lildogz, 2 of which we kept, making a pack of 6, which he had to keep in line.
We call that game CTK (Chase The Kitty), which HE invented. He’d walk into a room, see sleeping dogs, jump over one, flip in mid-air, tag it, then run.
ALL dogs would then give chase. Until he jumped on top of a door. Yes. A door. No clawing up it either, just *sproing* and he’d be out of reach.
We saw it as a good indoor exercise, no walkies needed.
Kept everyone happy.
At night, they’d all sleep in one pile, grooming each other. It was the good days.
We only have one left of that pack now, though we’ve added two. Time is a hard bitch.
(Thanks for these stories, btw. They’re good ones.)