
Sometimes you get so buried in work that you need some help excavating yourself. Thank goodness for friends!

Sometimes you get so buried in work that you need some help excavating yourself. Thank goodness for friends!
Some people (or bots) on Instagram seem to be taking “If Lab Mice Were a Cat Comic” a bit too literally. I keep getting spam messages offering my cartoon mice free pet accessories,🐱🐶 if only they’ll model said products. I wondered just how that would look, so here we are: Lab Mice, in their experimental capacity, trying out some of my cats’ stuff.
*No cartoon mice were harmed in the making of these comics. No cats were deprived more than temporarily of their possessions. It was already too late for the toy mouse.





It has a nice view…?

ALL the ideas happen at 2:00AM.

A verbatim conversation in my house. You can never have too many books, only too few bookshelves.

A companion comic to What Was Napoleon’s First Name?
“I do not like the cone of shame.”
~Me, getting ready to return my history degree.

During a conversation with my husband and a friend, I suddenly couldn’t remember a relevant fact. “What was Napoleon’s first name?” I asked. I was met with a long silence, and wide-eyed stares.
Bonus: I have a degree in history.
We began speculating on what might have happened, had I asked such a question in an actual history class, particularly with certain professors (hint: I would no longer be here to ask foolish questions), and this comic was born.
(Re-post from 2021)

Happy weekend!–nevermind….

When you feel compelled to scale the drapes, but you are also afraid of heights….

My grandma passed away this week. It’s too early for snowdrops here; but they are symbols of renewal and hope, and when the time is right, they will proclaim the coming of Spring. These hoped-for snowdrops are for her.
I will be traveling to be with my family during this time, and will continue posting comics when I return.