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Neko the Kitty

It's a cat comic! Neko lives with Alice the Human and Ellen the Other Human, and is a narcissistic nihilistic little jerkbag who's also a purry little sweetheart. There are more cats and people and it's been going since 2002 and the plot actually gets pretty involved, but at its heart it's a cat comic.

There was an ill-advised stint with a co-writer a while back which means the whole thing takes place in a world of magic and monsters now, but we killed off a main character and had a little mini-apocalypse so it's back under control now. Everyone loves Neko the Kitty check it out

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@NtKGar: My skills with programming aren't fantastic (despite taking a great many programming related classe), and it's been a while since I last applied them. However, if no one else offers, I am more than willing to take a crack at it. The opportunity to help someone I admire is not something I'd turn down. I've not used the Comicpress version of Wordpress before, but I have used Wordpress to host a comic before, and am willing to learn/research, to find the differences.
Poe is so cute in this strip... it's hard to believe he was chaos incarnate :3
April 19th, 2017
@RiversideWren: Commentary! The Musical, I remember that! Our DVD copy of Doctor Horrible is living with Ellen's namesake at the moment, and will probably find its way back to us some day, and she may even have watched it.

Ellen's all about them books but will occasionally allow herself to be entertained by something that makes a noise, so everyone loves recommending and loaning stuff to her because she hasn't seen *anything* and likes stuff when she gets around to it. She only got around to Alien and Aliens a couple of years ago despite Ripley being one of the very few really famous Ellens in popular culture.
@Peya Luna: It's a coincidence, Murphy's still running around with Keno and Aya in the vote incentives
uh, is it a mere coincidence that blimp looks like murphy, or was he magically transfigured back when this comis still had magic? i kinda forgot - but i hope not, cause keno surely would miss his 'special friend'
Ellen's either still with her date or went straight to work from their place :) We're definitely reintroducing Ellen but I want to build her up a bit, you know, like Jaws.

Spielberg actually credits Bruce the Robotic Shark for teaching him a lot about suspense in filmmaking. There's only a couple of shots of the shark because the damn thing didn't work and they only got a couple of shots of it they could use, so he was forced to improvise. The result turned out to be a classic, and really informed Spielberg's style

It's been mostly Keno's story for a while so switching the viewpoint back to the eponymous Neko the Kitty is actually quite a big shift. There's a reason we reset the strip count. Now that I look at it we've dropped 'Comics' from the title too, I wonder when that happened?

I've actually re-registered but have come face to face with my dread enemy Coding trying to do something about it. If anyone has a couple of hours to help set up Wordpress site with whatever the new version of Comicpress is called I'd appreciate your time and can pay you in paintings. Call it three watercolour postcards or an A4 size watercolour illustration (I'd recommend the postcards as I like working in miniature)

I could figure it out given enough time, but I've maxed out my communication skills with English and Illustration and have always really struggled with code and languages, it's actually something of a family trait, we're all very highly literate but completely set in our syntax, all my siblings and griblings (there isn't a collective noun for uncles and aunts that are blood relatives and goddammit it's 2017 so I'm calling it: Griblings are to siblings as grandparents are to parents) are the same

We last saw Ellen right around the time Keno first got lost with Murphy.

Also holy hell this is the 79th strip in the reboot? We're creeping up on #100 again.

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They told Paige to count to three. She got to 'one' and doesn't remember anything else
Heck Yeah Maisy's still got her blimp! We ran out of budget for the magical fantasy epic but we did manage to steal some of the practical effects off the old lot :D

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April 15th, 2017
In my head Maisy kinda sounds a bit like Guinan. Not Whoopi Goldberg exactly, but definitely a bit like Guinan. We'll sticking with these two for a page and then cutting back to our title character, which is a narrative device I see happening a lot in the future. I don't know what that's called on tvtropes, but that's not a rabbit hole I want to get stuck in today.

Actually Happy Easter to anyone who celebrated it over the weekend! I'm writing this on Saturday but going over to my parents tomorrow for dinner with the family. We're none of us particularly religious but we like celebrating the holidays, it's nice, Dad's a good cook and the dog likes Paige. There's kind of a holiday season to celebrate spring in most cultures so I'll dig out 'happy holidays'

We seem to be holding in the middle of the second page on Top Web Comics, which is up from last month, so thanks to everyone who's been voting, hope you've been enjoying Keno & Co.'s Doodly Advenchas in the vote incentives!

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And that's when Maisy began her Kill Bill style revenge epic
I love the art style in the second panel, really punctuates the faded memory
April 12th, 2017
@Umbreon/MegaAbsol: Yeah it's in the 'Rhupunt' storyline
"You were never a real street fighter"

I remember. If not the exact wording of the line.
April 11th, 2017
We've made a couple of references to Maisy's alley-cat past

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I love visiting old places. A few Christmases ago, my grandmother gave me a book called "Haunted Massachsetts" which detailed all the places nearby where ghosts supposedly hung out. I thought it would be fun to make a day out of visiting some of the locations with my older brother.

The very first location we stopped at was a cemetery said to be haunted by a man in Colonial garb who made a habit of screaming at women. Neither of us were women but the cemetery was close. As soon as we pulled in, our car got stuck. Upon inspection, the snow concealed a large stone which got jammed in the axle.

The sun began to set as we waited for a tow truck. The caretaker and his wife came by and we asked them about any ghostly sightings. They confirmed the shrieks, but not the man himself.

The sun was nearly down by the time the truck arrived to free us and I was entertaining myself by scaring my brother with false ghost sightings and "funny feelings". Our bad luck became much worse when the tow truck itself got stuck. I don't quite recall how but it was something to do with ice and leverage. Maybe ghosts had a hand in it, at least that's what I told myself and my brother to keep the spooky atmosphere going.

It was well and truly dark now and they had to call another tow truck to free the first one so we in turn could be free. It took over an hour which I filled with reports of strange sounds and shimmering lights in the woods. Eventually a giant tow truck arrived and after even more time passed (and more imaginative reports on my part) everyone was free to leave.

So my ghost road trip ended up only having one stop, but I wouldn't trade that experience away for anything. Yes the reality of it was boring and uneventful, but the lies I told myself (and my poor brother) made it the most exciting thing to ever happen.

So yeah, long story short: Maybe ghosts aren't real and maybe nothing goes bump in the night but, as any five year old can confirm, it's fun to pretend!
So Paige is out of hospital now and sleeping it off on the couch. Thanks to everyone for your anecdotes and good wishes, she loved the one about the horny grandma and was feeling pretty good about the whole thing going in this morning. We actually got a lovely little e-card from fellow Irish Cartoonist Twisted Doodles, who we're both big fans of. She asked us not to share it online because it was a present for Paige, and there's magic in that and we're keeping it.

Also I think that was supposed to be "whom we're both big fans of" or even "of whom we're both big fans", but you know what? Fuck "whom", that is some archaic-ass bullshit right there; the English Language doesn't need that shit at all. While we're at it the gender-neutral singular pronoun is "they", but if someone assumes your gender based on visual clues you're only not an asshole for pointing that out if they guessed wrong. I'm not sure where the line between "Progressive" and "Libtarded" lies, but I think there's a boundary flag in this general area.

Also I like using semicolons and there are a whole lot of writers who detest them with an utterly irrational fury, so who am I to judge? Also I spell it 'humour' because I think that the other way sounds like 'Hugh More', but can see where 'Hume Hour' might be somewhat disconcerting for readers with a good sense of humor, which is pretty much all of you.

Of course there are those who don't find any of this funny at all, and they're entitled to their wrong opinion. Consciousness is all just positions on spectrums. Spectra. Spectres? All the way down and all the way up.

Keno's Doodly Advenchas continue in the Top Web Comics vote incentives. The gang's been joined by an irascible river otter now. I'm not entirely sure where she came from but her name's Inka

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Actually I'm really relieved Paige is back home safe so that's going to come out now in rambling blog-post form, which I'll try to keep on topic. We actually had separate spooky encounters at an abandoned Abbey in Kerry over the weekend. Muckross Abbey was a Franciscan Friary from the 15th to 18th century, and there's a graveyard on the site that's still in use. It's mostly family plots with the most recent marker dated October 2016 going all the way back to the 15th century. Beautiful old stonework mixed with the more modern marble monuments, the roof of the friary long since rotted away but the Yew tree in the courtyard alive and stunning. Gorgeous sunny day and the moon was out to enjoy it too, really beautiful place, I took a lot of shots to use as reference for when Lobster rebuilds the Mansion.

Anyway there was a very dark room on the upper level which I glanced into briefly, saw that it was a very dark square room about four meters across, and moved on. Paige stepped into this room though, where she saw two points of light like shining eyes which turned towards her, and narrowed.

Now I'm not a big believer in the supernatural, I'd put it down to a trick of the light or her eyes. She was going from admittedly dim light to near total darkness, maybe it was a bird breaking the beam of light from a wall slit, I don't know. The imagery's wonderfully spooky though and there's a definite appeal in embracing the invisible world. I experience pareidolia a lot, I've put up some of my Shapes In The Clouds drawings as fillers so I see things plenty but don't really believe in them. We're different points on the spectrum.

I love the idea of being a wizard and think I'd be great at it if such things existed, but spooks and spectres are for stories. They're not actually real in our reality, like. I don't have a truly immersive imagination, though. I love books and movies and comics, I've waxed lyrical on here more than once about how much I love and believe in Star Trek, but I don't actually live it.

Some people do, and I envy the hell out of that. There are people whose minds allow them to be literally transported to the bridge of the Enterprise every time the theme music plays. People are SO BETRAYED by Captain America right now! My imagination isn't that immersive and I feel like I'm lacking something. Mind you this is also where right-wing religious nuts and gun fanatics come from, so all in all I'm pretty happy with my place on the spectrum.

Paige is different, and buys into mysticism and ritual a bit more. Thelema is the order she picked, it's the magic system defined by Aleister Crowley. It's actually pretty cool, the mythology's very vivid and some of the level one spells really work. I wrote a lovely little piece a while ago about enjoying a cold shower by becoming aware of my own body as a source of heat. It's mostly that sort of thing, consciously shifting perspectives to enforce changes in the wizard's experience of reality, changes in the external world are brought about by focusing will into action. The bishop of the order is actually a really cool guy, he's an admitted atheist, but digs the symbolism and experiences an altered state of consciousness through the rituals. He's got a couple of books on the subject, name of Rodney Orpheus, last we spoke he was mostly excited about his band Cassandra Complex touring again in Germany. The most famous Aleister Crowley quote is 'Do As Thou Wilt Shall Be The Whole Of The Law' so there's a central philosophy of freedom of choice, which an atheist bishop is a nice illustration of. It's not an ethical free-for-all, holding Will sacred means you hold it sacred for everyone, not just yourself.

Anyway, back to Muckross Abbey. I had been taking a nap while Paige was exploring the Abbey, but went out myself a couple of hours later while it was still lovely and sunny out. I brought along a travel mug full of tea and it was a bit further out and isolated than I had thought and, well...there was a dark corridor on the lower level where the floor had long since degraded to dirt, and I may have peed in the corner. Anyway I went and admired the Yew Tree for a while (beautiful tree, it was planted in the 15th century when the Abbey was founded so it's more than 500 years old.)

On the other side of the courtyard I found a staircase leading into the upper gallery, and as I was walking up the stairs a drop of water fell from the roof and dropped right into my eye, and it hadn't rained in days. I thought that was funny and explored the rest of the building, and gave the stone archway a friendly pat on the way out. Water in the eye for piddling in the corner is a very friar-ish prank, what with the whole 'eye for an eye' thing, but the echo of my footprint on the stairs shaking loose a drop of water is much more likely than a puckish spirit. Still, it was funny and gave the place a sense of personality while I explored it.

So two ghosts in one Abbey if you're into that sort of thing
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When my older daughter was about a year and a half, she ended up with a hernia. She had to go in for surgery. It was a simple procedure and she got through it just fine. When she was in recovery and slowly coming back around, my wife was holding her and talking to me. My daughter lifted up her head and said "Mommy... be quiet." Then, just before putting her head back on my wife's shoulder, said "I want a baby hedgehog." We both looked at her, and she raised her head again and in a sing-song voice said "Baaaaaaaby Hedgehoooooog." She then fell back asleep.
Three words: Dubai was LIT!
Ethereal_high on Reddit says:

The doc will ask her if she has any allergic reactions to the anaesthetic. Tell her to say, "They make me sleepy.". :\