609: Faeries' Gate

The only problem with writing a rather long comic about my life is there are all these things I want to share and it takes simply forever to get to the point where I get to draw them. For example my gray tabby makes a habit of providing for us, yes, I know many cats do this in the fashion of offering up dead things. What makes our Al Capone special is that he realizes we never eat the critters that his brother offers up, so instead he brings us things we really need: like hunks of wood, stuffed animals, knick knacks and once an entire ink cartridge. Last night he dragged a napkin holder all the way from the basement to the dinner table for us.