December 19th, 2008


21st century signs of self neglect

Poor little Teasel is back from the vet's and sporting a very punk look. Stitches, shaved bits, occasional growls. I've been trying to shape his head fur into a little hoxton fin to match, but his condition's too good and he just drops back into silkiness. Poor little kitten. He tries to be punk but he always is cute.

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No links, because some of the entries are private. Also, several of them are twitters, and that's something I've noticed in the past month or so -- I've dropped off from doing twitters, posting my pictures, putting up my comics and all the other things that are beautiful and enjoyable, in exchange for fretfully poking at to-do lists, attacking piles of work and other such improving activities. Neglecting the beauty duties.

Well, enough of that, and of fretting about having no time/money/mind/energy for that. This week's strip is another slink down the long telescope into my past, and clearing out Enid and Willy's pond, up in the Manor House at the end of the lane. Newt fans, do not panic! We took them over the hill to live in the Duponts' duck lake, though I don't quite get onto that bit of the story in this week's strip, the smallest room.

The Smallest Room - detail
The Smallest Room - detail
That's me in the bathroom

P.S. Happy Friday!

And sneaky deer