This started out as an idea about how turtle parents get alone time away from their children. It was going to be a little kid turtle flipped on his back while his parents cuddled on a couch in the background.
Sometimes, inspiration hits while I’m already working on an idea. I never know which way to go. I’ve found that to be true to myself, I typically just lean whichever direction is the most crass.
Admittedly, it’s not as bad as that last frame would have you believe but holy crap – sometimes I feel like I live in a cat sanctuary.
Between the cat hair on everything, the random vomit spots, and the fact that every time I enter a room the cats scatter like I just caught them doing something they weren’t supposed to.. Our house has turned into a circus.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy we have them all. My two cats – Turk and JD – kept me company the few years I lived alone (I know that sounds creepy) and they’re kind of like my kids (creepy again, yeah yeah).. and Shelly’s cats – Princess and Batman, both females – each belong to the kids, so they’re valued members of the family.. it’s just, four cats is a LOT of cats.
I see those Sarah Mclachlan commercials telling me to help the animals and I’m just like “screw you Sarah, I’ve done my part!” I’ve lived in the house for only two and a half months now, but I’ve already been woken up by the “Urp Urp Urp” of cats throwing up. They throw up all the time. Like, for no reason! They throw up and then run off like they feel completely fine.
And cats live pretty much forever. These cats are going to live in this house probably longer than the kids do. How crazy is that? I’ve signed the next quarter of my life off to clean up after four hairy little things that knock glasses off of counters just because they’re bored.
So this, this is my life. Four cats, one house.