Not exactly “Ozymandias”.
This has the potential to be cat heaven. Just don’t let the woman out of the bedroom.
So true. When the Women fall ill, or are otherwise unable, the rest of us just go to pieces. 25 piece buckets of guess what? chicken hut! , pizza, and all other forms of glorious take out food.
My husband does really well on dishes when I’m too sick to function but yegads the takeout.
The time of the dishes and takeout ocean has begun. I’ve also throughly enjoyed these weeks despite being lighter on character based stuff that makes me love the strip this much. Sometimes the strip is driven by a complex world and pitch perfect character interaction.. and sometimes your laid up for two weeks and thus stock up on what the cats or you did while your hand was busted.
Because I’m now the only human in the house, one of my doctors advised me to switch to paper plates and grocery-prepared meals in order to save energy for more important endeavours. I do draw the line at plastic utensils, for environmental reasons.
p.s. Anyone else familiar with the concept of spoons as a way to explain chronic illness? It’s not the same as Big and Little cat spoons.
The woman has work to do. Males and children don’t often know how to do this job.
My mom got frequent migraine headaches in the days before there were adequate pharmaceutical interventions. When she was down, my dad would do the cooking. He was the King of Spam®—Spam® and beans, Spam® and hominy, Spam® and fried eggs! I got stuck washing the dishes.
Oh my! I hope someone can deal with that mess before the Woman is fully recovered so she doesn’t have to deal with it.
I see chicken hut has made a re appearance
June is the cruellest month, breeding
Dishes out of cabinets, mixing
Take out and frozen meals, stirring
Packet soup with cereal spoons.
Most cats would take turns foraging in the kitchen and such.
It’s a veritable food cornucopia for the BCN crew and mice
That looks a lot like my bedroom normally does…
…and cat hair, tumble weeds, rolling by.
As long as the Man isn’t feeding the cats Keeble …
Years ago, a friend of mine who has three children went on a weeklong vacation with her sisters. Hubby was left at home to hold down the fort. When my friend got back, she asked her children how the week had gone. “Okay,” they said “But we’re glad you’re back. All Dad bought and fed us were boxes of donuts.”
Dishes, takeout……and get well cards!!!
BoCH alert!! (Back of Cat Head.)
This is prob what my room always looks like to my two cats. I am 14 and a boy so…
Also, when do these comics come out? I am in the ny time zone.
Meanwhile, Back on the Nile
Beatrixia: So what happens next with Pride and Pizza Dough?
Elvis-Anum: According to the next chapter, it was The Season. All the Society cats came to their town.
Tommy: Welcome to Tommy’s Pizzeria. Whom do I have the pleasure of greeting?
Puck: Hello. I am Puck Bingley, and this is my friend Elvis Darcy. We would like to order a large ham and bacon pizza.
Tommy: Excellent choice! I’ll put your order through immediately.
Enter Two Society Cats
Cat 1: Hello. I am the pompous and obsequious Mr. Collins, and this is my cousin, Burt.
Tommy: Welcome. What can I bring you?
Collins: I would like a large pizza with pineapple and ham.
Elvis Darcy: I did not hear that! A pineapple pizza!
Puck Bingley: Elvis, don’t poof! Remember we are in polite society!
Tabitha: One bacon and ham pizza for the polite panther and grumpy Siamese.
Goldie: And here is the pineapple and ham pizza. (I don’t judge.)
Burt: Thank you. Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?
Goldie: I’m Goldie, the third daughter of Chef Tommy.
Burt: I’m pleased to meet you. Will you be at the Yarn Ball this week?
Goldie: We never miss it.
OT: Holmes is a bad kitty.
Come on, Man, step up! You have about five minutes before a cat gets their head stuck in a bucket. Is that what you want?
Real cat love is staying with your Person while takeout is being eaten in other rooms!
Woman, really! Those kids can pick up trash. Hubby can clean. How long have you been married? Haven’t you trained the Man yet?
Will Puck turn into a grease ball after wallowing in an empty KFC tub?
Will Elvis go into a sugar coma after lapping up the left over cola?
Will Lupin race thought the debris like it was an obstacle course time trial?
Will Tommy invite the raccoons over for a feast when the leftovers are finally thrown out?
Will the woman ever recover or is she doomed to a life in bed with an ice pack for ever?
Find out the answer to these and other riveting questions in tomorrows episode of “AS THE LITTER BOX TURNS.”
Really, Man? You are leaving this mess for the Woman to clean up when she only has one good hand? I really hope that you behaved better than this in real life, when she had her surgery!
Georgia posted this comment yesterday with a photo of her two ice packs, “Folks have been asking, and yes!! The sloth and llama ice packs from today’s BCN comic are real! Here’s a photo of them. I am still currently icing my hand at night, alternating between these two. We call them “Ice Sloth” and “Ice Llama.” I mostly use them as ice packs (I keep them in the freezer.) However, they can be warmed in the microwave too as heat packs… hot packs? Warm Sloth and Warm Llama, lol! They are filled with rice and dried lavender, which we discovered when the Girl somehow broke poor Ice Llama open once. He was quickly mended with a new seam!I got them a few years ago from a company called Natural Life . (This is not a sponsored post, lol, I just like to give credit where it is due!) They have been wonderful and especially helpful during my hand surgery recovery. I have wanted to make my own for some time (I would like to make a bat, for example) and still hope to one day”
Doesn’t The Man cook? And clean (at least put the trash in a bag.)
Perhaps the woman’s view of things.
I thought that when things look that post-apocalyptic, you automatically get rusted-out junk cars with machine guns stuck to the hood driving around.
When i was pregnant with my twins, I lived alone. For the last month I was on bedrest. Only time allowed up was to go potty and to doctor. My friend would come over and clean. Then she would go to the store and buy as many TV dinners as would fit in my freezer. Get up to go potty, put TV dinner in oven. Get up to go potty, take TV dinner out and eat. Get up to go potty, put tray in garbage and fork in sink. Even the doctor was amused at how genius this was
Inquiring minds want to know- Who’s cleaning the litter pans? When I had reconstructive knee surgery my husband cooked occasionally & my daughter did the dishes. But nobody “remembered” to “flush the potties.” After 2 days it was tough being able to bend my knee well enough to reach down that far, but nobody else volunteered to help with that.
The Man has been doing double-parent duty. Though he is very capable, two little kids, six cats, and a wounded partner is a lot for one person.♥
One question, not about the comic. What is the Orb?
My wife uses a smoke alarm as a timer when she cooks. So everybody prefers when I cook. I clean as I go, so no dirty pots or pans either.
Wowza! The world beyond needs some tidying up.
I received an email today from GoComics about a new comic that I think might appeal to other BCN readers, https://www.gocomics.com/furbabies
the man may need to tidy up a bit
then buy all paper plates and cups
I know the cats have no interest in the debris except, possibly, to lick it. It does seem like there is at least one adult human in the household who is capable of at least putting stuff in the garbage.
OT. Back from Ireland and a shout out to rs0204
ROFL… my husband’s kids were 5, 4 and 3 when I had to have major surgery and spend some time in the hospital. That’s what the house looked like when I got home. Son was so excited to share that they had been eating at McDonalds for every meal… but that he would rather have my pancakes.
I lived alone and had knee replacement surgery. When I got home from the hospital it was business as usual. Feed and clean up after the cats, feed and clean up after me. Sleep and do PT. That was the best I could do. Work called once to see if I could telework while recovering. I hung up on them.
Oh. My. Cat! Just looking at that makes my hand hurt, and I haven’t had surgery.
The first step is to determine if there are any leftover fish and chips.
Thankfully when I had my wrist surgery, I was able to still cook, although I did it one-handed with my husband helping by carrying items for me.
I don’t like the stereotype that Dads don’t do housework. Every Dad I know does it. The only times a kitchen gets as bad as this is when it’s a group of single people in college.
February 26, 2016