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Two Hep Cats and the Cool Comma

Punctuation Marks on Beach Trip Holiday

Scamble: I met a comma at the bus stop this morning. … Did you hear what I said? I said, I met a comma, at the bus stop, this morning.

Cramble: Be wary of commas. They’ll be on you like fleas.

-Did you know the apostrophe is the feminine form of comma?

-Band of punctuation pirates, the lot of them. Some witch of an exclamation point once hexed me into a pair of parentheses.

-Yes, life is hard enough without being labeled a parenthetical expression.

-Imagine impossible to break away from the vice grip of your parents.

-The bus stop comma seemed a cool enough little fellow.

-What was he up to?

-Just pausing, to say hello.

-I once dated an apostrophe, a beach volleyball aficionado, as I recall.

-Cool comma wasn’t going to the end of the line, Line 15, though, where the periods have apparently gentrified the neighborhood, the so-called Pearl District.

-No more comma splices. A few fragments, still.

-What’s the point of periods, anyway? We never really stop we get up and go again. He got off at the very next stop, the cool comma did.

-Why I prefer the express bus no all of that stop and go busyness biz.

Punctuation implies patience.

Mkgnao!9: Alien Cats from Outer Space (A Minidrama)

Mkgnao!9

Abducted by alien cats from outer space and whisked away to a faraway planet then shot back to Earth from a circus cannon cocked with physicist rubber string theory, a cat cannonball, Scamble tries to interest Cramble in a tabloid worthy extraterrestrial tale!

Cramble: [Silence]

Scamble: “And you have nothing to say?!”

Cramble: “Does this have something to do with my recent cloture motion?”

Scamble: “No! The cat planet is called Mkgnao!9. It’s all bushes and trees, birds and fish, and dunes of kitty litter. It’s a cat’s paradise. Everyone there is a hep cat!”

Cramble: “If all are hep, none is hep.”

Scamble: “Nonetheless, no matter what radio station you play, Mantovani! The planet is lush with the sounds of birds and strings and bugs flirting about hither and thither and streams of white wine full of fish on the lark. I’m thinking of moving to Mkgnao!9. Do you want to go with me?”

Cramble: “Sounds too good to be true. What’s the catch? I’ll bet there’s a downside.”

Scamble: “Their oceans are filling with used kitty litter.”

Cramble: “Making it difficult to know how to pack. In any case, how will you get back to Mkgnao!9 if the hep space cats don’t come pick you up again?”

Scamble: “Silence, Exile, and Cunning.”

Cramble: “Here you go with that James Joyce cheap cheat imitation literary allusion stuff again. Anyway, I don’t get the connection.”

Scamble: “Joyce is the patron saint of cats up on Mkgnao!9.”

Cramble: “Lucky Jim.”

Scamble: “I’m going to write a memoir about my Mkgnao!9 experience!”

Cramble: “Sounds wild. I’ve heard the memoir form is popular these days. I was thinking of writing one, but I can’t seem to get past chapter one, “Begot to Nap.” But why don’t you create something new? Wasn’t that the gist of Joyce’s gig, to repair in the garage of his brain the broken bicycle of his island, rally the folks to a new way of riding, or words to that effect?”

Scamble: “I just did!”

Cramble: “Did what?”

Scamble: “Create something new!”

Cramble: “What?”

Scamble: “Mkgnao!9!”

Cramble: “It’s a good thing the id is kept out of sight.”

Scamble: “Do cats have an id?”

Cramble: “Everything’s got an id, if only you can find it.”

Hep Cats in Love: Valentine’s Day Comics

Two Hep Cats and the UFO

Two Hep Cats and the UFO
Two Hep Cats and the UFO
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Did you happen to see a UFO in the backyard last night? No. No UFO’s on my watch. You see some strange things in Joe’s backyard some nights. You were probably just imagining things. What was it like? It looked like it was trying to suck the litter out of my litter box. Dreadful. Yeah. Scary stuff. Be wary. Ever vigilant!
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Odd, though. I thought I saw a UFO hovering over my kitty litter box. What did you do? I hissed. And the UFO? It flew off, as quiet as a bird, and a fog descended. I think you’ve been reading too much poetry. Possibly.
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You thought I was just joking around?

At the Beach with Peepa and Moopa

At the Beach with Peepa and Moopa

Meet Peepa ‘ and Moopa ‘`

They like to play on the beach

The waves are pipes made from sea foam ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

The lifeguard looks like

?{   Alfred Hitchcock with a pipe   ~{

Peepa jumps off the end of El Porto pipe pier ‘~~~

—|—|—|—|—‘`~~~ Moopa jumps kilter and akimbo

|’——–~~~ Peepa runs and dives |——–‘~~~

\~~~~~~’~~~’`~~~ They swim back to shore

In the evening when the sun goes down ~~~,~~~

they sleep on the beach and dream of waves

‘` ‘    \~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~’~ sleepy wave eyes ~’`~

Peepa walks alone down to the water  ‘ \ ~~~

Moopa awakes and cries ‘` Peepa, where are you?

Peepa comes running back to Moopa  ‘`   ‘    \~~~