Pardon me for decending to matters below the waist, but this is really important to cats. I have never seen an expression quite so affronted on a cat (and quite as funny either) as whenever the vet took the real Smudge’s temperature.
Of course, I don’t know why cats would gossip like that anyway. Surely they’ve all had to put up with thermometers up their bums!
Time to start playing catch-up on the blog again! Here the storyline takes a left turn into something completely different. Anyone who has had to take a reluctant cat to the vets will understand this…
…and we segue naturally into a completely different storyline over the next few weeks. Or should that be Swegway?
Oh no… Jones has a new form of transportation. It’s not a board, and it doesn’t hover – therefore it’s called a hoverboard.
Even though hoverboards have only popped up recently, they’re illegal in the UK thanks to a 180-year old law. The 1835 Highways Act states that people cannot use the footway to “lead or drive any horse, ass, sheep, mule, swine, or cattle or carriage of any description” which, sadly, includes hoverboards. I think they come under the heading of ‘carriage’, as they’re very unlikely to be considered to be livestock, except for VAT purposes.
This animation was drawn on the iPad in ProCreate, saved as layers, sent to my desktop Mac, imported in to Photoshop, coloured and turned into an animated .gif.
Scrumpy’s eyes have slowly been slipping down his face over the years, and while it’s been useful in making him look more downbeat it’s also been making him look less and less like a rabbit. I’ve moved his eyes back up again, and I’m much happier with him now. His eyes will continue to shift up and down his nose according to mood, but this should be their default position.
This is my first diabetic Easter. I miss Creme Eggs. However, it looks like I don’t really have that much to miss any more…
That’s the problem with subcontracting your work out – the people involved just don’t have the same involvement in making sure they do a good job. Ask anyone who has had to deal with a company that has subcontracted out its customer care to a call centre in Bangalore. Talktalk Broadband, I haven’t forgotten you, and I note that five years after I gave you up as a lost cause you’re still bottom of Which’s customer service tables.
Hurrah, a strip with an actual cat in it at last! And a rabbit and a seagull.