Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 25, 2016

Gee whiz, Gordo, you’d think the claws climbing up your left leg would have provided a clue.

Gordon, you had better shed those pants before Muffin gets any further.

Good thing that it’s not a couple of ferrets.Charming little rugrats, but I would Not want them in my pants.He seems too calm about having a cat in there.

With the renowned skinny legs of Ballard St, it must have been a difficult climb for Muffin.

What is a Muffin?

Muffin is always a bit shy, around company.

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This is especially true when it’s Mrs. Higglepooder, who doesn’t approve of cats. ( Mrs. Higglepooder doesn’t approve of many things ! )

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Thank goodness, Muffin climbed no higher and Gordon, ever composed and poised, did revealed nothing, until his visitor left….

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Then, the scream of pain was heard all the way down Ballard Street !

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It Black Friday at the Tiki with Christmas specials on Yak Ribs and ‘Nanner Daiquiris.

I also just smug…er..imported an excellent dark. spiced rum, for the holidays, that’s strong enough to put a curl in your mustache.

Makes Captain Morgan look like a lowly swabby !

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First drinks are on me today !

Like the dinosaurs, it takes quite a time for Gordon’s hind-brain to signal something to his fore-brain.

This is by far the best one liner cell strips of all time, what a brain. I’d love to sit with this author for weeks and pick his one liner brains.

Most excitement Gordon has had in some time!

My friend’s ferret used to shimmy up our pant legs and bite us on the shins

I’d love some rum, Linguist, seeing as I missed Thanksgiving here altogether. I met a cat named Muffin once. I think I would know if a cat was climbing up my pant leg no matter what its name was.

hope that is not our Gordon in that pic, cause I would not like that Muffin climbing my leg!

Ready for the rum, please.