Alien Romance, the daily comic strip
Apr. 18th, 2026 11:42 pm

"We need to tell that lady we stole her cat," Maurice tells Jon as they walk together in jackets, hats, and scarves. He wants Jon to do it for him, but Jon only retorts, "You know how to use a phone."
Maurice calls the hospital. "Hi, I want to talk to Angie Upton? No, I'm not family. Maurice Arzamastsev. Arza... no, Maurice. A, R, Z... Z! A... tell her it's the horse guy."
He finally gets to talk to her, and she asks her to come in person.
"My poor baby." Ms. Upton's eyes tear up. It must be hard to cry while immobilized in bed in an industrial-sized neck brace. She doesn't move her hands at all, either. They sit limply on her lap across several panels. Finally, Maurice reaches over and puts his hand on hers to comfort her.
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I need to tell you all the story of Typhoon's early-life medical escapades. Not right now. It's nearly midnight and I didn't mean to stay up this late. It's below freezing again tonight and I'm annoyed. I tried to keep the windows open as long as I could, but the cold snap won. It's going to be a long one. Check back with me in a week to see if Real Spring has arrived.
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