So there’s time this year for one last Halloween strip, and I think this one is my personal favorite out of the bunch.
Does Olive realize that the glass is solid and there is no physical way through it to the bugs who elude her? Probably. Does she care? I doubt it.
Anyone dare me to wrap her up in a toilet paper costume and see what happens?
A fun fact about Olive is that she has perhaps the wimpiest meow I’ve ever heard. It’s not even a meow, really. More of a squeak. So pulling off a lion for Halloween would prove to be pretty tricky, as her mighty roar would come out as more of a tiny little “eeeeeeee.”
Hazel, on the other hand, has decided not partake in the Halloween festivities, and from the looks of her reading material, is already looking forward to Christmas.
As a side note, this is one of the first CAAATS! strips I ever drew, but we thought it worked for the Halloween season.
Now that we’re well into October, it’s time to start focusing on that all-important holiday: Christmas. Wait, that’s too soon. Don’t focus on Christmas yet. Stop focusing on Christmas!
It’s time to start focusing on Halloween, which has always been one of my personal favorites. I love when the spooky things come out, like vampires, werewolves, that big troll from Ernest Scared Stupid, and … SPIDERS!!!
Most people are completely freaked out by spiders, but I’ve heard others argue that they’re wonderful creatures who create “works of art” through their webs.
It made me wonder if some spiders wear french berets and reassure each other of their importance to the creative world. They might be a bunch of pretentious jerks for all we know.
Then I remembered that Olive likes to eat spiders. Webbing and all. So in the world of bugs, spiders might be creative geniuses, but in the world of cats, they’re an afternoon snack. Mwa ha ha ha haaaaa.
It’s fall here in Indiana (and other places) and the temperature is finally starting to cool down. Some might say it’s even getting chilly enough to turn on the heat.
Heat is a great invention because even if it’s freezing outside, the heat can keep you at room temperature inside. But what if room temperature isn’t enough? What if you need oppressive heat? Obnoxious heat? Heat that makes you unable to move? Unable to breath?
Enter the space heater. One of peoples’ favorite fall/winter inventions that makes you feel like that guy whose face melted at the end of Indiana Jones. It’s heat with a grenade launcher in it’s hand and a tattoo of Dolph Lundgren on its bicep. It calls you a girly man as it chomps its cigar.
Now granted, our living room can be a little tricky to keep warm in the winter, as a lot of the warm air tends to move up into our loft. So limited, LIMITED use of a space heater is acceptable.
When this limited use of the space heater is happening, it tends to be Olive’s favorite place to curl up and sleep. Not next to it, mind you, but up against it so that her fur is touching it. We’ve had to pull her away from it many times because we were afraid that she would literally light on fire.
If it ever happened while we weren’t around, at least Hazel would be there to take action. We hope.
