Speed Bump by Dave Coverly for January 06, 2022

But you tip them with skritches…

I’d actually LIKE that kind of lap dance!

Not the kind of cat house he was looking for.

Stopped at a small cafe on the California coast once. All through the meal I was trying to figure out why they had a stuffed cat in the window. On the way out the cat woke up for a stretch and a yawn.

Dang. I was looking for a Chicken Ranch. This is Nevada ain’t it.

Purr-fect!

I tought I taw putty tats.

That’s where the term “catatonic” came from.

This must be a cat cafe and not the Pussycat Club.

The puuuurfect job for the felines in waiting…

Kit Kat Klub?

“Crack open a can for the tiger strip at the end of the bar. Put it on my tab(by).” Sorry.

Anybody asking for a lap dance, I wouldn’t want a cat to sit on the lap of. And he looks like he needs a shower.

I’d pay money for that.

“That’s not what I expected when you said to come and see our pussie.”

Puts a whole new meaning on the term “cat house”.

What a bunch of pussies.

Ha! Took me a moment. Of course they fall asleep right away.

Best. Lap. Dances. EVER.

I would pay extra for loud purring.

They used to work in the cat house down the street

Do you have to buy them overpriced saucers of milk?

What were you expecting “Chip ’N Dale”?