Small Peculiar

This is a comic I drew almost twenty years ago, shortly after my beloved cat Attica’s death, and don’t seem ever to have posted here. Do you know the story of how Richard Feynman didn’t really take in the fact of his wife’s death until he saw a dress he thought she would like? This is like my version of that story. It turns out absence can have its own presence, like a new roommate you don’t care for.