
See, the guy in the third panel is not actually a pole cat. And neither is he a poll cat. He’s a skunk.

See, the guy in the third panel is not actually a pole cat. And neither is he a poll cat. He’s a skunk.

I looked it up so I could see what a pole cat really looks like. I was very pleased with how he came out.

It’s funny all the people who missed the joke because they thought I had misspelled “pole cate” in the first panel. Why were they reading me in the first place?

I did see this “argument” in a book a while back, which is where the idea came from for this strip. Do you know what I’m talking about?

Our local symphony orchestra gives a concert each year at the minor league ballpark. Doesn’t seem like the best acoustics to me.

I like Pete’s self-awareness here. Completely opposite from people in the real world.

When I was a hospice chaplain there was one sweet old lady who loved for us to sing old hymns together. She used to always say we should go on the road and people would pay to hear us sing.

In the old strips, from Snuffy Smith to Pogo to Dennis the Menace, having a character smoke was completely ordinary. No one smokes in strips now and the world is a worse place.

Around here, you don’t thank them, you curse them. On account of the hard water, they don’t hold up very long.

I can’t say this one out loud. In fact, I have a hard time reading it in my head!