Erika Moen

Two weeks ago, Tig broke her metatarsal. She did it in the fucking dumbest way possible. I actually did a comic earlier this year about the exact scenario that resulted in this injury-- except instead of rolling off her podium, instead she rolled off a shelf that Matt had installed specifically for

I first wrote this as an Instagram caption, when we brought Tig home on October 6, 2020. Well, we’ve cried at least once a day since we brought this over-confident bit of a thing home. Like idiots, we thought waiting a year to bring home a new cat would be enough time to dull down the grief for Flap

The first thing I do with a new sketchbook is label the cover with my starting month and year, and then add a second blank label below it for the future concluding date. It's a habit I started during my 2005 semester in France, since I was blowing through my sketchbooks faster than I ever had before

(Originally published June 3, 2022) In the mornings I take Tig out on her promenade, which is her daily W-A-L-K around the backyard in her harness and leash. Matt always spells out W-A-L-K when he asks if The Madame (Tig) has gone outside yet, because the dogs he grew up with understood the word "wa