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Comics I Follow
Raising Duncan
By Chris Browne
Dog Eat Doug
By Brian Anderson
Bloom County
By Berkeley Breathed
The Adventures of Business Cat
By Tom Fonder
Yes, I'm Hot in This
By Huda Fahmy
Heart of the City
By Steenz
Cathy Commiserations
By Cathy Guisewite
Big Top
By Rob Harrell
Wondermark
By David Malki
Cat's Cafe
By Gwen Tarpley
Texts From Mittens
By Angie Bailey
Arlo and Janis
By Jimmy Johnson
Broom Hilda
By Russell Myers
Calvin and Hobbes
By Bill Watterson
FoxTrot Classics
By Bill Amend
Shoe
By Gary Brookins and Susie MacNelly
That is Priceless
By Steve Melcher
Gray Matters
By Stuart Carlson and Jerry Resler
Kliban
By B. Kliban
Kliban's Cats
By B. Kliban
The Knight Life
By Keith Knight
Red and Rover
By Brian Basset
Shirley and Son Classics
By Jerry Bittle
FoxTrot
By Bill Amend
Luann
By Greg Evans and Karen Evans
For Better or For Worse
By Lynn Johnston
Close to Home
By John McPherson
Ziggy
By Tom Wilson & Tom II
Tank McNamara
By Bill Hinds
Doonesbury
By Garry Trudeau
Phoebe and Her Unicorn
By Dana Simpson
Breaking Cat News
By Georgia Dunn
Let’s look at the relationship between Bets and Gunther from Gunther’s viewpoint. He finally found someone that valued him for his talents—sewing, cosplay. After years of people making fun of him, he thought he’d found someone who wanted to be around him for stuff HE did. I mean his last girlfriend almost had him move to a country whose language he didn’t speak, trying to help people he didn’t understand. So of course she seemed like an ideal girlfriend. She, on the other hand, only saw him as a kind of sewing machine. Tiff, however, doesn’t seem to understand that you have to do what your customer wants, not what you want. So neither of the women has got their shit together. The result was poor Gunth got walked all over and is trying to figure out what HE did wrong, which was in fact nothing. Just being himself.