Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for October 31, 2021

Or as Susie said, he’s just a STUFFED tiger.

Hobbes has a soft spot for the ladies and a hug.

Hobbes always liked Susie, and viceversa.

Hobbes is no dummy.

You’re quite the ladies’ tiger, Hobbes.

Hobbes is thinking hugs are the first step to smoochies :D

It was at that exact moment that Hobbes knew he scored!

Offering Susie up for lunch, Calvin? Really?

Hobbs really is Calvin’s alter ego.

Big hugs lead to big smoochies lead to, oh, I don’t know…

Hobbes, you are a disappointment to us all. We expected a horrific dismemberment, and you did nothing. Hang your head in shame.

Coincidentally, today’s LITTLE OOP episode is rather similar.

Nothing says Halloween better than giving a ferocious hide ripping, bone crushing, monster, a hug.

Hobbes is in love…….

You’ll understand that feeling one of these days, Calvin. Just give it time.

Charming beasts.. she’s a witch

I can remember when this first ran in the paper. I cut it out & put it in a frame. Now I’m sitting here wondering just when or where it went all those years ago!

An anagram of “feminine charms” is “Finer mechanism.”

I love the fan comic “Hobbes and Bacon” that came out a few years ago. In it, Calvin and Susie get married and have a daughter nick-named Bacon who befriends Hobbes and goes on new adventures (while Calvin and Susie do parent-y things and watch with joy from just a little distance).

Always enjoy Susie’s arcs.

Calvin didn’t want to watch the carnage, and when it turned out to be loving hugs he couldn’t watch that either.

Calvin is a bit jealous.

I suppose this must be what it’s like when your bodyguard falls in love with your stalker.

I am not sure I could resist being called “a big cutie” either.

Never underestimate the power of a hug.

Well, Calvin. Like you said yourself, he’s a man eating jungle beast.

On of Watterson’s best yet again.

“Go soak your head” is right, Hobbes. There’s nothing like those feminine charms.

I think Hobbes may be the one who needs to soak his head. Preferably in very cold water.

Those mandibles of death look pretty smiley.

He loves smooches also.

Love Hobbes’ face at the end.

Well, yeah Hobbs. I can see that. Gets me every time, too.

Don’t worry, Calvin, the mandibles of death will be shown off when he hunts you next.

I hope Calvin and Susie passed Hobbes on to their first child.

Hobbes is no fool.

A decade or so from now, the six year old brat will feel the same as Hobbes, when hormones kick in.

It always feels like a shocking betrayal when one of my cats, a boon companion, fierce hunter and cautious student of mankind suddenly fawns unexpected on a guest. I did learn to trust his judgement. Never dated a woman twice who merely sat and exchanged stares with this cat from across the room.

Calvin sure changed his tune fast. First he seemed to want Hobbes to eat Susie, then he tried to warn her away.

The Scots version of what Hobbes said to Calvin in the last panel would have, from my grandad or my mom, have been:“Awah wi ye, bile yer heed!” (Go on, soak your head)

Hobbes is a lover, not a fighter!