This strip sums up my entire existence.
(comicgenesis link to the same strip here)
After I was done spouting obscenities at the freaky hovering eyes in the darkness, I had an exchange not unlike this with my guys. The only thing I don't draw, just trying to be neat, are the leashes. See, the guys go out on harnesses with 15-foot leads. The cats have have wrapped their leashes around my ankles, bunches of grass, each other, and while it's hilarious in theory afterwards, I'm sort of like that AT-AT that gets taken down in Empire Strikes Back.
I'm sure I give the raccoons a good laugh.
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