Like so many of these comics, this was pulled straight from real life. And it’s happened more than once! You’ll likely see more on this theme (tail marks, etc.) as I continue. Just shut the studio door, you might be thinking. I would, but there’s a cat flap in it, a relic of when the studio was Navy Boy’s bedroom before he moved out. The latch on the cat flap is broken, due to a certain stubborn cat… that should probably be a strip all it’s own, yeah? 

Most of the time, if I pick Toast up and cuddle her, or drape her over my shoulder which is her preference, I can work with the other hand. Or she’ll deign to allow me some desk space while she birdwatches through the window. *sigh*