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2020: Essential workers, society relies on you. No wage increases though, and you deserve to be treated like shit
2022: Woah, where did all these unions come from?
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Oops, I never uploaded this one to Tumblr (which I only realized when someone else did, but then was kind enough to tag me, thank you)!
This is the comic that kickstarted my obsession with telling stories with as few panels as I could (usually 10-11 haha), so it’s got a soft spot in my heart.
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The cause of gout sounds like the fakest Ancient Greek medical theory ever, like if you told me “gout is caused by an imbalance of the sanguine humor that results in urine crystals being stored in the feet” I’d be like lol stick a leech on there. But that’s actually?? Not??? Completely incorrect?? It’s caused by too much uric acid in the blood that your kidneys can’t fully process, leading to your body depositing uric acid crystals in the toe joints. The human body is insane and I can completely understand why the history of medicine is full of wildly speculative bullshit
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When I was a kid, I had an orange tabby named Taffy, named because I thought she was “sweet and sticky” (ie if you pulled her against your chest, she’d grab you shirt and hang off if you, which is the greatest thing in the world when you’re eight). Anyway due to Life Events, my aunt had to move in with us one year, and she brought her three cats with her, so Taffy was immediately outnumbered by outsiders in her household. Also frankly those cats were absolute fucking bastards. Perfectly normal cats in many ways. But awful sons of bitches, yknow? One of them was mostly a sweetie, but his sisters were like my childhood villains. The risk to my feet in those days. The unprovoked toe attacks around every corner.
Taffy split all her time between unhappily defending her perch on the top of the fridge and roaming around outdoors because it was 2003 and everyone was like “that’s where cats go, why on earth wouldn’t they?” It was clearly such a miserable situation for her that she ended up basically moving in with neighbors two streets over, and we, in probably our only great moment of pet owner responsibility, made it official by given them all of Taffy’s stuff.
And after that I only saw her in passing, by which I mean every time I saw an orange tabby I squinted at it and tried to figure out if that’s the cat I used to put under my shirt and walk around with pretending I was pregnant.
Anyway dad just got an email from her new owners.
Look at this 21+ year old queen!! She is mostly all indoors these days, except for supervised porch time, she’s completely deaf, her bones are made of dust, and by god she outlived all the cats that tormented her.
