Not really news: Cartoonist sleeps alone, save for cat.
Oh, cat. If I wanted someone to slowly and unconsciously push me out of my own bed at night, I'd have a boyfriend. Who would not, presumably, throw up hairballs under my bed, as long as we are having this discussion. But you are so cute and despite your alarming stupidity, I will recommend to the roommate that he keep feeding you.
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You guys, I got a haircut. Now I am a curly-headed moppet with bedhead and no idea how to draw myself anymore. Panic!
