Practice Makes Perfect

The last panel also applies to the ‘About Me’ section of this blog.

CHRISTMAS.

But seriously, I love Christmas.

Check Yo Self

After a bit of a hiatus, I bring you this brilliant and life-changing comic:

Yeah. That’s it.

P.I. For Hire: Part II

Where is this going, you ask. Well, that’s a great question.

My name is Shergoat Holmes.

As you might have guessed, this is not Part II of the previous comic. Though I can see how it would be a logical progression of the story. This comic is to honor Sherlock Holmes on his birthday. Which is today! Happy Birthday Sherlock! Seven percent solution cocaine for everybody! Except not. I could make a cake in the shape of a top hat though, if anyone is disappointed.

Part I

I know what you’re thinking…WHAT HAPPENS NEXT??? Well, I will quote an ancient Chinese proverb: “With time and patience, the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown.”

I will also quote an ancient Korean proverb: “I eat the cucumber my own way.”

Merry Christmas!

LLAP

This happened at work today.

Hey Laura, when are you going to post like, an actual comic? Well numerous fans, I will venture to say that I will be posting a new and hilarious comic sometime in the future. And it will blow you away with its comic genius and subtle satire on the human condition. But until then, I will leave you with this: Did you know Calvin Coolidge was an animal hoarder?? Wow! You can find out about all his pets here (cleverly written by the pets themselves!)

Mrs. Coolidge and Rebecca

DOG.

Due to popular demand, and to increase my Internet Fame, Fat Fat Cat now has a twitter. So follow for updates. Or you could click that little follow button in the bottom right corner and get email updates instead, as well as an exciting personal message straight from the heart.

@thefatfatcat

I don’t have anything new to post yet, so I’ll post something really old along with a story.

When I was growing up I spent much of my youth trying to convince my father to get a dog. It was a tough road I chose to follow. But I persevered! It began with brief mentions of the benefits of owning such a wonderful creature. Then inevitably, it progressed to begging, tears, and the pointing out of every dog everywhere all the time. Along with exclamations of praise at their beautiful physique and the joy shining in the eyes of the proud owner (if the owner looked exceptionally annoyed with their dog, I was careful to distract attention away from them with a well thought out shout of, “I’ve decided my favorite color is clear!”).

Over the years, my efforts became more extreme. With the discovery of petfinder.com, my father began to receive copious amounts of emails stating, “I found this dog and thought of you!” I could see it in his eyes, the resolve slowly cracking. This boost in confidence led me further down the road of obsession. I MUST GET THIS DOG. IT IS HAPPENING. I AM ALMOST THERE. DOG. Soon my father was finding magazine cut-outs of dogs in his closet, briefcase at work, and in his underwear drawer. And since we had a family computer, he began to find files such as this on his desktop:

But still, even after all these awe-inspiring tactics, he refused to get a dog. I’m not really sure what happened at this point in my life. It’s a really just a blur of disappointment, pain, and doglessness. I think I blocked out a significant chunk of time due to the trauma of never owning a dog in my life and the fact that I would never, ever own a dog. Ever.

I drifted through the years, feeling as though I was missing my other half. Empty. Cold. Lonely. I wasn’t truly living.

Then, after 10 years of grueling efforts and frustrated tears, my father suddenly decided, yes. Yes, I could have a dog.

It was sort of anticlimactic actually. But I wasn’t going to complain. DOG!!!!!

So we went and got a German Shepherd who turned out to have Irritable Bowel Syndrome, Separation Anxiety, and over-protective issues.

The End. (Moral of the story: Dogs, like babies, are better when you can return them at the end of the day.)

I also found this picture I drew in 8th grade of some hobbits. So now you know that I like things other than Harry Potter.

‘Sup Foo.

I’ve wanted to get a tattoo of a lion for some time now. But I thought, this is not nearly hardcore enough for a gangster such as me. So I decided to embellish it a bit.

This design is copywritten, so no stealing.

You know my methods, Watson.

This one is going places. Expect more adventures, probably some t-shirts, a couple mugs, an animated Christmas special. The works.