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Everybody's got to have a cause.
Why, yes, as a matter of fact I *have* been feeling a little crabby lately.
Remember the brochures that used to be all over the place for the art schools that you could enter if you could duplicate some cartoon of a turtle or a pirate or something? No? Well, tough.
Natasha Nelson, and Austin Dern, both coatis.
A coati with an inkwell. Artwork © copyright 1999 Matthew W. Miller
Spaceroo looking cheery, and a generic opossum looking curious. Spaceroo © John Siemer; artwork © copyright 1999 Matthew W. Miller
Steve bangs on his Linux install while Spaceroo kibitzes. Based on a true story.
Kindly ignore the lack of logic to this picture's premise. Thank you.
Austin, burnt out...give him a hug next time you see him, please?
Millie is talented, all right. Or maybe she's just a basket case. (Yes, I know the Mariners are a baseball team, not basketball. So does Millie. This is what she was wearing at the time, dangit.) >:)
What could that be lurking in Honey's handbag? Do we really need to ask?
Due to circumstances beyond our control, Steve finds himself transformed into a coati by the name of Steven J. Nosey! Here he is showing off his stylish Skyler Bunny slippers, which just happen to be alive. (Don't ask.)
Roderick, cacomistle, Sanford-Sharpie-wielder. Which I naturally decided to ink up with my dinky little Pentel metal roller.
Honey in a hammock. Now that's a tiki drink you don't see every day.
BunnyHugger a la Rambo. EAT FLAMING MORALITY, RELATIVIST SCUM!!! Hee hee hee. [fluff]
And now, here's something we hope you'll *really* like.
Jenni 'Roo is on hand (er...on paw) to help celebrate Spaceroo's birthday.
For Easter (okay, okay, so it's late), here're some bunnies: Trixi, Timebase, Raster, Bunny Hugger, Lucky, and Felicity Hare -- oh yes -- and the genuine article. We've got loads and loads of lagomorphs.
Many wild animals, even when tamed, still want the thrill of the hunt out of their activities. Witness the house cat that chases its tender vittles halfway across town and back before munching them down (maybe). Or the raccoon laboriously `washing' its food. Or the coati, like Austin Dern here, who...well...let's watch.
"He went out tiger-hunting with his elephant and gun/In case of accident he always brought his mum/He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son!" --The Beatles. Starring Ozymandias as Bungalow Bill and Ikyoto as Mum, and introducing Howie T. Cat as something vaguely resembling a tiger.
Spaceroo and Jenn, and a friend, in a rocky, er, Rocko-y situation.
We interrupt this archive for a message from the Squirrel Appreciation Council, makers of Concentrated Love (tm).
Danruk, in the process of getting a nice shiny new coat of rainbow-colored 'toon paint, with the help of his nutty little friends Skippy and Smucker. (Yes, this IS weird.)
And when Honey Badger and Bigears get together, the reaction is immediate...and snuggly.
Face shot of Bigears the fennec fox.
Honey Badger.
Hysteria dressed up as a mafioso. Don't ask for a reasonable explanation. There isn't any. (Maybe she's getting ready to re-enact the St. Valentine's Day massacre?)
I'll let someone who knows such things speak for me... "I think you've stumbled onto a previously-unsuspected cartoon linkup." --Austin Dern. All due apologies to Walt Kelly's fans (and Q*bert's, for that matter).
Austin Dern, coati, again. And again, and again, and again.
A bouncy little fuzzy fella with a great big nose...yeah, I know who *that* is!