Mrs. Nutmeg, having mistaken the pile of dead rats for decorative pine cones, lets her cat know that she likes the dead-rat-in-bowl more than her new Cat's Ass Glade Plug-in.

Heathcliff has a straw, and it reaches acrooooooooooooss the space-time continuum to 2007, when the milkshake meme was still funny.

Indoor cats: Much more interesting than their log rolling brethren.

Heathcliff, using a camera with an anglerfish-like flash, takes a picture of a garbage can that has recently been used as a toilet by a passing giant. According to Jughead, garbage cans are erotic to male cats. According to me, the cat in the bikini is there so Heathcliff has something to do once his erotic garbage can gives him a boner. According to Marcy's eyes, the pile of giant shit has a boner.

I'm not even going to point out that this is the exact duplicate of a strip from maybe a week ago, minus a squirl, plus a constipated grimace on the bird. Look at the above. Know that this comic is published in actual, real newspapers. Be astonished.

I wonder: Is God going to call "Fish out of water!" or are we now openly mocking the rules of marine biology?

Even the reference to horribly modern technology can't hide that Heathcliff's texting apparatus looks like a small, orange cock.