Rufus is Unworthy of Chef Meowrice’s Love

From 6/16/08:

Rufus is maintaining his retreat from society in his bid to Be Present To Win.

Normally, that would be thoughtful of him; never showing his face again would be a tremendous kindness.

But this is no act of generosity; it’s another step in Rufus’s descent into madness. It’s only a matter of time before he takes more and more drastic measures to attract Chef Meowrice’s attention.

Yes, folks, it’s true. And you may want to send the kids out of the room for this: Rufus is going to shoot President Reagan.

Knowing this, I guess it’s best for all concerned that Reagan is already dead. In fact, the only person not helped by this is Jodie Foster, because that means that Rufus is just one more guy who isn’t obsessed with her. And he should be. Candleshoe was rollicking fun.

Muppet Shakespeare

From 6/14/08:

Poor Joel. Forced to buy cat food for a cat that isn’t his, and that I don’t think he even likes, because Rufus is waiting for a call.

Obviously Joel is Bert to Rufus’s Ernie, while Rufus only has eyes for the Snuffalupagus that is Chef Meowrice, if he even exists at all.

If a few people get swords run through them or drink poison, this could easily turn into a modern version of Shakespeare.

We can only hope.

Even Telemarketers Can Be The Good Guys

From 6/13/08:

Today’s strip is a perfectly executed thumping of a character who kind of deserves it.

To deconstruct: Panel one, he complains that sitting around doing nothing while waiting for the phone to ring is boring. This is to make us hate him and want him to die.

Panel two, the phone rings. Rufus either sheds a tear of joy or a flop-sweat of exertion, as turning his head is the first movement he’s made in several weeks and his muscles have atrophied to the point where if he tries to stand up, he’ll collapse in a pile of goo. Even Kitty’s excited here, which is tough, because he/she clearly has no soul.

Panel three: Turtles. It’s a call about turtles. And wayward turtles, at that. Telemarketers, you are hereby forgiven for one annoying call. You’re still rather a lot in the hole, but it’s a start.