And now here’s another comic written and storyboarded by Greg:
This insomnia is for real. I wake up around 3am and lie there for awhile before I finally decide to get up and do something– usually I have a snack and read or watch Gilmore Girls. Sometimes I clean. Around 7am I climb back into bed, wanting to snuggle with Greg before his alarm goes off. My best sleep is between 7 and 9 in the morning.
I’m so tired. So is Greg. But it’s also kind of a thing we share? We’re in this pregnancy as a team. Loving this crazy beautiful, active baby who dances around in my stomach all night. Soon enough he’ll be crying, waking us up at all hours of the night, needing us in a new way. I’m enjoying our moments together while he still lives in my body; kicking me and squishing my stomach which gives me heartburn. Pressing on my bladder. I love watching my stomach bulge out in different ways as he moves around in there. This part won’t last much longer. It’s such a sweet time, carrying him with me in everything I do.
Sometimes, when Galactus is sitting on the table or other high place, and I bend over with my head towards her, she she rubs her little soft head into mine and purrs. Life with these two cats is so sweet. They follow me from room to room, setting themselves up to sleep, play, or just lie in sun patches wherever I am cooking/drawing/writing/cleaning. We all three just do our things. Podcasts they enjoy are: Dear Sugar, The Mystery Show, Call Your Girlfriend, and of course Gilmore Guys.
New t-shirts for sale! I am now taking pre-orders for this design of a cat in glasses drinking coffee and reading a book. American Apparel Jersey T-shirt in white. Sizes S, M, L, XL (mens sizes). Price: $20.
I have these two little cats, Ingrid and Galactus. They are still kittens, about seven months old and they are sisters. Every day I’m learning so much about life and love from these furry monsters.
The other day Ingrid took a giant shit right in the window alcove. She looked right at me while she was doing it, and I got so mad. After furiously cleaning up the mess I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and told her exactly how I felt about what she’d done. She looked at me with her cat face, and I was confronted with her non-human-ness. I let go and she ran under the couch. I don’t know what she understood from that moment, but I felt immediately bad for yelling at her. A few minutes later she was rubbing her little head under my hand and purring.
They teach me that they will still love me if I get mad at them. That as soon as one moment is over the next moment has begun. They are a handful, but there are ten thousand moments of joy at their existence to match each moment of “UGH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
They love me all the time. They knock stuff over, jump into the sink while I’m washing dishes, run like crazy around the apartment, scratch things, jump into every bag they see, but also cuddle and purr and look at me with blinking eyes and sleep in my arms, on my shoulders, in my lap, curled against my side.
I texted Greg to tell him about the Ingrid pooping situation and he wrote back: Remember I love you and pretty soon we will have a actual human pooping everywhere so it’s just good practice.
No (calm down Grandma) I am not pregnant. But someday soon I will be. Cats are not practice for human children but maybe they are. They are making me more patient and expanding my sense of humor. So is Greg. So is life.
When I’m working at home, the kittens’ favorite spot is on my desk, basking in the light from the window. Today, Ingrid has been right there, sleeping on and off, only getting up to follow me to the kitchen or the bathroom. Galactus is on top of the climbing tower, occasionally jumping down and trotting over to check on me.
As I write this, Ingrid has jumped down, and Galactus waited only a moment to take her place in the exact same sunny spot.
New Ghost Girl comic: