Drunken Cat Comics

Yesterday, Izzy woke up at 6:30AM. She had her diaper changed, was fed a bottle of milk, and was laid down next to me… she then proceeded to kick and squirm for the next hour until five till my alarm clock was due to go off. When my alarm clock rang she was in a deep sleep, so deep in fact that she didn’t stir when I picked her up out of bed and buckled her into her highchair. Then I found this comic I wrote way back in August of 2016 and it spoke to me through time like some sort of sleepy vortex.

I’m so tired.