Frazz by Jef Mallett for January 22, 2015

Shasta with tinsel-decorated droppings in the litter box… (won’t be using that particular decorating material next year!)

Sumi, with a wet tea bag, on my desk.

Bucky in the hall with a gross pile.

Sam, with a mouse nose on the front porch.

Twin, with the wrong end hanging outside the litter box. (Took her a while as a kitten to get oriented).

Kenny B, in the mud room, with a nuclear grade stink bomb.

Chueco with a hairball in my shoe.

Linus in the hall closet with what used to be half a bag of cat treats… and the bag they came in.

Ralph, under my chair, with the special treat I gave him five minutes earlier (I named him “Ralph” for a reason).

Fido (that’s him over there <<<<) with his butthole right in my face (AKA “kitty hello”)

We need a yarn joke.

The word “clue” comes from a word meaning “a ball of yarn”. The modern usage comes from the story of Theseus using one to find his way out of the labyrinth.

What about a parakeet head?

roman in the basement with a pregnant field mouse…she had 11 babies.

Gracie, with a twig sticking out of her mouth. Which wasn’t a twig, it was the tail of a live mouse.

Zoe in the kitchen with a live field mouse. Zoe in the front yard with a pile of dismembered bird anatomy. Penelope on the bath mat doing a butt-scoot(She has long fur) and last but not least, Tumble in the living room with anything she can fall off of.

I am a cat person, & the first 2 clues are disgusting. I’m saying that from personal experience!

For sure, none of Frazz’s commenters are cat-a-tonic. :-))

Hahah! This one made me guffaw very loudly!!!!! Wonderfully funny. While the descriptions are apt and befitting my own cats as well as Fluffer, Sensi, and Buster…. even a bit more obnoxious are the “items” I have seen as my pooch (a crazier dog I do not think lives) evacuates her bowels on my daily walk with her….. I see ear plugs, dental floss, and once, remnants of a towel (she upchucked the other remnants of the towel). By the way, we now LOCK AWAY all towels.

Rosey, TV critic, leaving her ‘comment’ right in front of the ’tube.

From the above posts, I must conclude that cat people are very patient, tolerant and forgiving. My three children (now adults) are cat people. Me? I’m a dog person, and Spouse didn’t care for pets of any kind. When the kids were growing up, we had cats, dogs, gerbils, lab rats, and once, a bird with an injured wing (when the wing healed, we let it go free). As an “empty nester,” I’m often tempted to get a pet. But I don’t think it’ll be a cat. See above reasons.

Hermie and the empty cosmic catnip banana on top of my nightclothes

Rotundabelle urping on the new rug.

SuSu in the kitchen with a live mouse…

Gigi with the scattered (large) cockroach bits.

Magic, with his paws around the door knob in the living room.

Frodo, in the living room, with a bag and a half of hairball treats that he got out of the cupboard ABOVE my stove and microwave. (The only time he EVER got sick from eating something.)