Was forced to scrape desperately at the barrel for this evening’s post. A fairly literally representation of tiny little poem I wrote last night. And here it is!

This one took a while to do. It comes from a story Rilla and I told each other about a couple of wood pigeons we saw sitting in the front yard of an apartment near our place. We assumed they were locked out.

A story that Rilla and I told each other about the reaction that cats have to that amazing, screeching flood of birds that rockets across the sky and a specific time in the morning and evening.

Ran into one of our neighbours the other morning and we were discussing whether Winter would ever end. Her comforting prediction was also pretty comical and needed to be a comic.

I’ve been thinking about the issues surrounding lobster hugs for a long time now, and I’m glad I finally achieved some degree of closure with this comic.

This strip just came to me somehow, unconnected with the fact that the climate summit was on in Copenhagen at the time. I like the idea that we might badly misinterpret what other species (or people) think about things.

This comic is derived from an actual observed situation in the park outside the Victoria University Design and Architecture School in Wellington. Rilla and I added a little internal monologue for the seagull begging for a chip.

One of the one-off stories Rilla and I have come up with over the years. We often tell stories about small animals getting stressed out by ‘adult’ concerns, even though they don’t need to. Like cats thinking they have to pay taxes.

In my time-honoured role as a devil’s advocate, I felt the need to contradict Johan Huizinga’s observation about dogs playing in his book “Homo Ludens” (a seminal text in game studies).