Four Simple Rules for Dating My Human Female, Page 3

PANEL 1

Rachel excitedly bounces around while getting dressed. Tuna watches disapprovingly from by the window blinds.

RACHEL: "Well, I'm sorry you were too wrapped up in your second life to pay attention to your first life!"

RACHEL: "I have a date! I have a date!"

RACHEL: "I mean, I only bounced all over the room giggling."

TUNA: "It's not fair!"

PANEL 2

The doorbell rings. Rachel is still getting ready while Tuna stands alert.

SFX: DING DONG!

RACHEL: "Eek! It's him!"

RACHEL: "Tuna, would you get the door?"

TUNA: "What, am I the butler now, too?"

PANEL 3

Calvin, a man with slicked-back hair wearing a dark jacket, enters and bends down to greet Tuna.

CALVIN: "Why, you must be Rachel's little kitty! I've heard so mu--"

TUNA: "Don't you 'little kitty' me, you latte-chugging pseudo-intellectual!"

CALVIN: "What?!"

That first panel… so wrong… so anatomically wrong… I’m sorry. I was trying to show the contorting that happens when wiggling in and out of shirts. I failed.

Calvin’s rocking an Australian duster! I still have one like it.

Comments (Archived)

  1. pedestrian

    Never let your cat answer the door.

    They’re such total dicks about strangers!

    Anyway, they can’t fix a decent martini for your guest while they are waiting for you.