Whew!
And welcome to the Jan 30th, 2021 “Cleo and Company,” which is mislabeled on my side-by-side because ….
well, because I didn’t make it here last night and got mixed up. Sigh…
When I saw it was the 31st on Ballard Street, and read what Dennis said, I really got confused.
But no…EVERY Saturday we post on the next day’s strip, and come back for Sunday.
Monday, we’ll be right where we’re supposed to be, on January 32nd.
See? I get it.
Meanwhile… Claude let Cleo have the yolks.
That’s his job… I was surprised he handed it over easy.
Usually, she’d be toast.
In re: the Doughboy… I actually thought Claude was not quite as paunchy as in some strips…
but I suppose it depends on where you’re looking and on which old strips you remember.
Clara might be on a diet though… and cheating by hiding a pile of kibble in her slippers.
I know, I know… they’re just fuzzy.
Maybe it’s me who’s imagining food, because I’m hungry.
But I don’t want a rustled omelet… the chicken ranchers might be coming after me…
and I took the eggs out of their original carton, so I can’t show them their brand.
Oh… about the puzzle…. in case you haven’t figured out…
a couple of the differences are pretty subtle.
But I did find nine… ad AFAIK, there are only nine.
Whew!
And welcome to the Jan 30th, 2021 “Cleo and Company,” which is mislabeled on my side-by-side because ….
well, because I didn’t make it here last night and got mixed up. Sigh…
When I saw it was the 31st on Ballard Street, and read what Dennis said, I really got confused.
But no…EVERY Saturday we post on the next day’s strip, and come back for Sunday.
it’s actually Saturday, the 30th now, and, as ever, we’ll post here again tomorrow, because Ballard Street is only 6 days a week.Monday, we’ll be right where we’re supposed to be, on January 32nd.
See? I get it.
Meanwhile… Claude let Cleo have the yolks.
That’s his job… I was surprised he handed it over easy.
Usually, she’d be toast.
In re: the Doughboy… I actually thought Claude was not quite as paunchy as in some strips…
but I suppose it depends on where you’re looking and on which old strips you remember.
Clara might be on a diet though… and cheating by hiding a pile of kibble in her slippers.
I know, I know… they’re just fuzzy.
Maybe it’s me who’s imagining food, because I’m hungry.
But I don’t want a rustled omelet… the chicken ranchers might be coming after me…
and I took the eggs out of their original carton, so I can’t show them their brand.
Oh… about the puzzle…. in case you haven’t figured out…
a couple of the differences are pretty subtle.
But I did find nine… ad AFAIK, there are only nine.