Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 27, 2010

It catches them quite nicely, but the hospital bills….!

If that happened to my wife, would I put down the paper? Let me think. Paper’s hard to read when your laughing but there are only a few ANNIEs left.

Oh I don’t know…..It seems to be working quite nicely to me.

Shoot! And I was just thinking of installing our second one.

Time to install banana peels…..

Funnier, and you get to snack while you laugh…

They might consider a cat.

I don’t see why. It works great.

Someone else here has mentioned another Sherpa ‘19 strip called _Bob’s Your Uncle._ So I’ve been checking it out. Today’s is very good. http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=csmxz

Ooh, Claude is really ticked off now! Not a “confound it” to be found. Or heard.

She’ll never learn to lift her feet.

Tis better to be pissed off than pissed on.

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy&uc_full_date=20200527

Instant confinement to the back yard. Without access to weapons, a phone, the internet or anything else. And a tight muzzle to prevent howling.

Or some quality time with the neighbor’s cat. Again: No weapons.

Oh my!

Is Cleo Clifford about to join the centuries-old list of scientists who have been persecuted…

… like Galileo, like Alan Turing, like so many more…

Just for engaging in scientific exploration and debate?

Join the debate yourself… right here and now…

over the May 27th  2020 “CLEO and COMPANY” on Sherpa.

That’s where our white-coated heroine has just performed an experiment so daring that she risks her life in the process.

OK, truth to tell… the risk to herself in the actual procedure is minimal….

It’s the risk of discovery and subsequent retribution that threatens her life.

Are we going to allow that?

Are we going to put up with the stifling of the scientific spirit….

the damping of the thirst for knowledge…

the willingness to ignore one’s own comfort to push forward in the realm of practical inquiry….

The mixing of all these metaphors?

Yeah… I suppose so… cos that was awfully MEAN, Cleo.

The thing is, it won’t come to any of that.

As soon as Claude recovers enough to say a word…. three words…

It’ll be a loud “Confound it, Cleo!”

and back to business as usual…. without even a wrinkle in her coat…

neither the white one nor the fur one.

My Favorite Part™ was STAR   TWIRLY THING    POUND SIGN   BLACK BUGLE SNACK THINGY   DOUBLE RED EXCLAMATION POINTS

GOOOOOOOD MORNING BALLARDEERS! 75243 DAYS INTO THIS SPIRALING DARK ABYSS TO WHO KNOWS WHERE. Oh wait. The shade was down.. Never mind.

Today’s Cleo & Co reminds me of the time a buddy and I cleaned out brush for a neighbor. Pay was a case of “pop”. I fell asleep on one of the seats on the deck. He threw an M80 under it. I didn’t even flinch.

Have a wonderful day! (((((HUGS))))) to all!

Claude will have plenty to say after his heart recovers. So many times when I read Cleo and Company, my first thought is ‘thank heavens I don’t have a dog!’ This would be one of those times.