This comic is about one of the many joys of owning a pet (besides the inevitable fact that they will consume your corpse should you pass away alone in your house). For the most part Buster views my house as his, everything in it is his, and I also belong to him. This is through no fault of his own, mind you, I spoil him rotten. He also never seems to want to sit on my lap unless I'm trying to work, draw or read and when those activities commence, he HAS to sit on my lap or the world will end. But he's so damn cute, how am I to say no?

This comic is about one of the many joys of owning a pet (besides the inevitable fact that they will consume your corpse should you pass away alone in your house). For the most part Buster views my house as his, everything in it is his, and I also belong to him. This is through no fault of his own, mind you, I spoil him rotten. He also never seems to want to sit on my lap unless I'm trying to work, draw or read and when those activities commence, he HAS to sit on my lap or the world will end. But he's so damn cute, how am I to say no?