Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for July 20, 2022

Poor Satch.

Try again tomorrow

The Gravity of the situation has slowly solidified. Is it too late to take up Pilates?

That’s a good idea, Rob. Start over: “Take 2!”

Give Bucky a noogie like you did the other day!

Won’t work, Rob, all the same characters will still be there when you come back in.

Too much mass, too little volume

It’s fine, Satchel. My mom didn’t know what “obscure” meant when we were talking a month ago, either. (She thought it was synonymous with “obscene”.) We’ve all got some common word we don’t know the meaning of.

I felt like Satch leaving a public lecture at U of M on Dark Matter. It was given by an astrophysicist who was revealing the newest understandings of this mysterious, seemingly invisible force. (Pre James Webb Telescope)

You ain’t nothin’ but hangdog

Cryin’ all the time

You ain’t nothin’ but hangdog

Cryin’ all the time

Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit

And you ain’t no friend of mine

Satchel is feeling guilty about being depressed. A dog can be made to feel guilty about something he has not done. A cat (and Bucky is the supreme example) can never be made to feel guilty. Angry, afraid, insulted – maybe. Guilty – never.

[insert knock-knock joke here]

Rob just needs to leave the apt. for 15 minutes; Satch will be orgasmically happy when Robbo returns—typical pooch behavior.