I try not to complain too much when cartoon strips go in a direction I don’t find interesting because I assume there will be others who might be enjoying it, but this one is beyond ridiculous! I can’t imagine anybody is enjoying it. It appears the cartoonists don’t know where to go next, so they just keep going. As I requested a few days ago, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!
Jasper liked to lead the way down the basement steps—slowly. When I was carrying a basket of clothes down to be washed, the basket blocked my view of where he was. I would ask him who he thought was going to feed him if I fell down the steps and broke my neck. I didn’t like the look he was giving me, as if he might be wondering how tasty my dead body might be. Eventually, I invested in a few laundry sacks which I could toss down the stairs ahead of me leaving me a clear view of my feet and my cat. Going back up the stairs with a basket of clean laundry wasn’t a problem. He saw it as a race, so he would zoom up ahead of me and sit on the upper landing gloating at his win.
I try not to complain too much when cartoon strips go in a direction I don’t find interesting because I assume there will be others who might be enjoying it, but this one is beyond ridiculous! I can’t imagine anybody is enjoying it. It appears the cartoonists don’t know where to go next, so they just keep going. As I requested a few days ago, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!