On account of the fact that my cats never use birth control, (rumor has it, they're catholic,) I have been up many wee hours checking on kittens in an attempt to keep my stupid dog from playing with them until they are, um, not well. I do my best. Calm down, PETA.
And thanks to intense sleep deprivation, not all stupid-dog related, I have been rambling about with these sorts of nonsensical cartoons which I think are hilarious, but leave Rocko to look at me with that sort of way he does when he wonders just how freakin' deep the dark closets in the mansion of my mind actually go.
This is funny.
You know that's true, because I put it on the internet.