Classic Fister antics told in Jonza's inimitable way.

Cats, ya gotta love 'em. They're independent enough when they've a mind to be, but never when you'd like them to be. I had a whole sketchbook one summer that John would have appreciated - I only could draw on the part of the page NOT covered by Cat.

One day you'll come home to fister perched on the cat tree ... but only when you've given up hope. Maybe Pjevs would like it?