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February 16th, 2019
I'm sure nothing will happen.
December 15th, 2018

eta: in case that wasn't clear:
September 15th, 2018
The words are getting... redder.

Everything's probably fine.
Bimm's face in the last panel may be my favourite thing in this entire comic.
Oh, I love the composition on this page.
Ssshh, it's just illegal alcohol. Sshhhhhhhhhhh.
I'm conflicted. The happy-new-pages feel runs headlong into the but-its-so-sad feel and then the oh-god-its-ending collides with the but-an-ending!!!which-is-good!!!!! feel, and now I don't know how to feel.

...I had a similar experience when I read Terry Pratchett's last novel. Like my heart had been sat on.

(P.S. rereading that sounds a bit reproachful - it's not, it's my normal reaction to when anything I like is ending.)
It's been a privilege to read this; thanks so much for sharing it with us. Much better to end on a high note (if the term is applicable in Nuzlockes) than to crawl on unto death. Looking forward to whatever comes next!
You could make the remainder of this comic solely about trees, and I'd still read it.

Mmm, branches.

Y'know that thing when the wee little dog starts barking at the big dog and you just
stop it
you were not made for this
Shhhhh, she's all right. Soft water, soft water, please be soft water.
OOOOOoooooooh that's gonna sting.
Wait, you have a webcomic? How did I not know this
*exit stage right*
@Diamondman: Yeah man use a napkin I mean eurgh
Wait, won't they run into each other's pursuers? Or is the plan to make them run into each other?
February 14th, 2016
Secure Beneath the Watchful Eyes?
I'm so sorry

Macavity's a mystery cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy the law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when a crime's discovered - Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air--
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him on a by-street, you may see him in the square--
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair--
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair--
But it's useless to investigate - Macavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
'It must have been Macavity!'--but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, or one or two to spare,
At whatever time the deed took place - MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!