I understand why Heathcliff is upset. I'd be jealous of the Bearded Cowdog, too.

The Nutmegs got a new TV, but Heathcliff, that wacky cat, got a-hold of the remote! Hijinks ensue as he bounces it off the new neighbor's rubber ball like nose and catches it skillfully on the rebound with his catchers mitt like paws, all while napping!

Is there nothing Heathcliff can't do?

The complete and utter collapse of the laws of science has resulted in the space-time continuum's destruction, hence why there are five more Heathcliffs in this comic than are absolutely necessary. There is no explanation, however, for the wooden bathtub that is serving as Mr. Nutmeg's boat. I'm not even sure that's an engine.

Mr. Nutmeg's new neighbor is really regretting his decision to purchase his first home.

The Benevolent Dog Catchers Association card, surprisingly, is not a fair substitute for a driver's license.

Peter Gallagher recently saw Antichrist and felt that the film's message was "Animals hate other animals. Also acorns." I would post a video clip from Antichrist featuring the hail of acorns that I'm talking about, but a search on YouTube for "antichrist acorns" gives nothing but a bunch of videos about Barack Obama and ACORN. Strange world.

If Heathcliff weren't literally giving his readers the finger in this comic strip, I'd say that the level of "humor" in this strip functions in much the same way.

Yoga is a modern trend practiced only by those who wish to be annoying. Face sitters are annoying. Therefore, face sitters practice yoga.

Heathcliff has a flute that only naked rats can hear.

According to Mr. Nutmeg, watching Heathcliff lick himself and walk around with sparklers is about as good a time as watching The Who, Bruce Springsteen, Paul McCartney, Prince, The Rolling Stones, or Janet Jackson's nipple on TV. Considering that his TV looks like it's carved from a hunk of slate, he may have a point.

There is no secret password: Heathcliff takes perverse pleasure in forcing section eight rats from their homes.