Saturday, June 21, 2008


Mr. Nutmeg decides to have a cookout and invites over the random next door neighbor. Heathcliff is in charge of buttering the corn, which excites Iggy, because nothing is more awesome than corn with cat fur in it. The neighbor is justifiably apprehensive about taking his plate from Heathcliff for three reasons:

1. Heathcliff appears to be doing a sexy dance, arms spread apart, face locked in some erotic expression of his feelings for this new neighbor.

2. Cats, even if they're smart enough to butter a corn cob with a paint roller, probably aren't smart enough to pick up a roller that hasn't been used. Iggy's claim that the cob of corn came from the roller itself is a little worrying, because I wouldn't want to live next door to a house full of black magic practitioners either.

3. There's giant sperm dripping from both the roller and the plate that the corn cob are on, and I hear that sperm doesn't have a pleasant taste.

I think Peter Gallagher has been fired from Creator's Syndicate and has decided to go down in a blaze of absurdest glory. If this is indeed the case, I can't wait for the next few weeks of strips.

3 comments:

Hampez said...

4. Cats do not have opposable thumbs, Heathcliff must be a human (midget) in a cat costume.

This brings new questions to reasons number 1-3

Mr. Nutmeg said...

you hear sperm taste funny?

Paul Arrand Rodgers said...

Yes Mr. Nutmeg, that's what I've been told. If it's a regular part of your cooking, I'm deeply sorry to have offended you.