Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for December 19, 1989
December 18, 1989
December 20, 1989
Transcript:
Calvin: Still and quiet feline form, in the sun, asleep and warm, his tail is limp, his whiskers drooped. Man, waht could make this cat so pooped? Hobbes: Sheeshh...
Summersnow almost 14 years ago
He’s quite the poet.
hopefulregret over 12 years ago
One of my favorites!
bkmgenx over 12 years ago
SHEESHH
yow4zip Premium Member over 9 years ago
How poetic.
bmonk almost 9 years ago
I know a fellow whose poetry is almost this good. Almost.