Monty by Jim Meddick for June 29, 2022

Well, that’s good to know.

Strangely my yard cats have been slaughtering squirrels here and there lately its quite disturbing to see how ruthless and blood thirsty kitty’s can get.

Natural selection only works if the prey is diminutive to the predator. I gotta’ say that’s one Big Honkin’ Squirrel. This is not going to end well.

C’mon Squonty, you can take him! Finally vengeance for squirrel-kind!

Squonty may get the advantage if he grabs fleshy by the N……..

This strip is getting more bizarre, outlandish and ridiculous by the day……and the only reason I hang around here is to see what happens next.

Let’s hope this is the end of Squonty.

Fleshy only tolerates Monty because he can work the can opener.

Just break out the vacuum cleaner. My cats see the Dyson leaving the closet and they dig a hole.

Yes, please call animal control to deal with this abomination

Face it: We human beings are natural prey animals. No fangs. No claws. No armor. No fur. No poison. Crappy camouflage. Slow runners. Poor swimmers. Can’t fly. And, to top it all off, soppily devoted to our offspring, who remain helpless and useless for years after birth. (Contrast that with colts or fawns struggling to their feet within minutes of being born.)

How then to explain our success as a species? The main reasons are (1) these big honkin’ brains of ours and (2) the linguistic ability they’ve given us. In the ideal case, once a single human acquires a bit of knowledge about the world, he or she can transmit it to all other humans via language, so nobody else has to independently make that same discovery. In practice, it takes way more than one exposure for any bit of information to stick, and most of what does stick is transmitted no further than to other members of the same small tribe. Specifically, parents pass along information to their children, and thus knowledge is preserved, accumulates over time, and gives its possessors a competitive edge over rival tribes.

And who are those rival tribes? They’re nearby people almost exactly like us, which means they’re the natural competitors for the same ecological niche. So our linguistic-heavy brains come up with derogatory names for them, which makes it easier to hate and kill them, and our technological capabilities make it ever easier to do so in massive numbers.

Ain’t civilization wonderful?

How can he let a thing that size sit on the couch with no pants on? :)

Funny and ironic that Fleshy, evolved into a felinesque predator is at base related to squirrels 50 million years in the future. Formally an archeologist of his time and stealing an experimental time-machine came to the past to “live the good life with humans” and finding some of his suppositions were wrong.

He crashed and the time machine was unsalvageable, so he makes a decent life with Monty.

Fleshy, to our rescue! Fleshy solves the Squonty Dilemma and devours the thing; or so we hope!