Well it looks like I’ve survived another christmas despite the turkey’s best efforts. The kitty would have wished you a happy christmas, but as nobody got him any brains he says you can all go to hell.

I’m stretching the definition of Tuesday postings a bit here, but I’m only fifteen minutes early if we’re being technical about it. Who’s in the helicopter? Find out next week!

Ray Mears has grown a bit since we last saw him eh?

It’s another fun day for a dead little kitty:

The plot curdles! I’m still not sure why I decided to start a weekly comic this close to Christmas, especially when the dayjob is in a bookshop. I suppose it’ll make an easy way for you all to chart my rapidly declining sanity as we get closer to the 26th, which has got to be some kind of zombie-inspired shoppingGeddon. The trick now is probably to keep Kitty away from any shopping centres…

I give you  ZOMBIE KITTY, a shiny new weekly comic filled with dismemberment, gore and fluff that will be appearing every Tuesday. Next week: low pressure, with a high chance of bears…

I’ve got something new for you:

A tale of kitties, DDT, eagles, bears and something else I should probably hurry up and think of, ZOMBIE KITTY is coming to chew on your brains tomorrow. Braaaaaains!

it’s Uncle Zanzibar: