“The Lost Cat,” a Lost Comic
December 3rd, 2009
Here’s one from the vaults. A one-page comic I did in 2004 for the short-lived Prophecy Magazine. Since very few people saw it at the time, I figured I’d share it here.
(Bigger jpg here.)
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March 3, 2021
I dig it. Thanks for posting.
An out-of-character Scott McCloud(TM)?
Because in this one, the character Scott doesn’t have your iconic cartoon design. Is Scott McCloud the Zot-bolt design specifically for your “____ Comics” style projects and teaching events?
Hadn’t really thought about it much, but I guess that, yeah, lightning-bolt-blank-glasses Scott seems to be for my explain-o comics.
This is just a story, and that’s just a cartoony version of what I looked like at the time.
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Maybe he figured if he played his cards right, he could pick up his cat and keep his reward. “This Dukakis-voter is just going to turn my cat loose anyway.” He just circled around and picked up his cat when you stopped looking. “$5 saved is $5 that’ll let my family into another showing of ‘Rain Man…'”
This is an off continuity story that is not part of the “… Comics” Universe.
Also: I like how deranged the cat looks.
This is really great! It’s minor, but I love the hue of those shadows.
HA!
Oh, that comic made my day!
Lovely. With an adult ending. More lovely.
The only thing I don’t like is that fade-to-white effect behind the text in the “penultimate” (is that correct in English? xD) panel.
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This is so sad! I got the same feeling reading the end as I get watching “the one with the dog.” Oh art…making us feel good for feeling bad.
P.S. We have an orange tabby cat that lives in our neighborhood. We leave him food every day, but don’t let him inside. Every winter I feel terrible.
Ah, but the *real* question is, what did Darcy make of the intruder?
Hi Alice!
Darcy was *not* happy and had to be temporarily separated from the intruder cat for a few hours. Much indignant mewing if I remember correctly.
I actually had a sequence about it in a first draft of the story but had to cut it out for length. 🙂
My college roommate, Tristan, found a feral cat living under our apartment in Fairbanks. It was the middle of winter so he brought it inside and fed it an entire Awesome Burger. He named the cat Skeletor because it was so skinny. In the middle of the night, Skeletor left giant piles of Awesome Burger all over the apartment. After stepping in a warm pile of goo and feeling it squish between my toes, I opened the door and let the cat escape back into the night and snow. I also felt criminal.
Aw.
I’m glad you reposted this.
Also, I still like that font the best of all your lettering fonts.
I live in Arlington, in the heights. My neighborhood has streets named Browning, Homer, Shelly, Keats, Kipling, and Wadsworth and it’s loosely called poet’s corner.
When I tell people in New England about Browning Road I usually say, “like the poets.” For the rest of the country, I say, “like the rifle.”
Sniff. My cat probably made friends with the wolves that run wild in the neighborhood. State law protecting them, you see.
I would never think of the rifle first myself.
Oh man! I would feel so terrible after doing something like that. I mean… I feel guilty seeing all the stray kittens around Brooklyn and knowing that there’s no way I could take them because two cats and a dog is more than enough pets for one loft. If only there were easy solutions!!
This is a great little comic! Thanks for sharing, do you have any other long lost comics waiting to escape the vault?
The kind of little comics I love keep it up 🙂