Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 31, 2009

Honey, you need a hug, never mind Muffy.

I think Muffy needs a room mate. A nice, big orange tom cat who is just grateful to the lady for a home should fix it.

Turns out, Muffy’s a sheep after all.

Poor Melva has no defense from Muffy’s Hairy Eyeball spell. Whatever you want, Muffy, whatever you want,

Cleo, you are such a slob! And unromantic, to boot!

Only Cleo would have a surplus SAM handy.

I hope Sue isn’t the food supplier of the evil cat up the street. If so, Cleo is in a lot of trouble. Especially tonight when there is scratching on the window.

Duffy needs a time out in the dog house.

This from a dog who’s greatest love is a porterhouse.

The parachutist coming down on Cleo and Company reminds me of Johnny Castaway (that awesome old screensaver) returning to his island.

My Favorite Part™ was when just after the aeroplane pilot floated by the little doily ribbonie thingie in the upper right hand corner winked at me.

At first I was upset with our sweet innocent Cleo. And then I read the ending credits and found no aeroplane pilots were harmed during the making of today’s ‘toon. That’s reassuring.

We haven’t seen Cleo with her heavy weapons for awhile. Nice to know she hasn’t lost her touch.

Next message “Surrender Cleo…”

rE: Abuve… Tern LiDDLe MuffY around an ya gets teh “StiNK Eye”… (Hay SuSun..!!)