Hey there! If you've ever stumbled across those cartoons about an orange cat mom wrangling her hilariously chaotic family, you might already know the joy they bring. But here's a little backstory that'll make them even more special.
When I first started creating Litterbox comics, they weren't just stories on paper they were animations in my mind yearning to come to life. Being an animator at heart, I dreamed of turning these tales into a full-fledged animated series. But animation is a beast of its own, requiring skill and resources that are tough to conquer solo. So, I channeled those animated dreams back into storyboards you know them as comics.
Dive into "Capturing The Chaos Of Family Life In My Latest Cat Comics (20 New Pics)" and witness the beautiful mess of family life come alive through my art.
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Okay, let’s unpack (pun intended) how utterly, completely relatable this chaos is. I mean, I've had those nights. Baby's crying. Brain's fried. The furniture's made eye contact and will testify against my parenting skills. So... I turn to Dr. Google, the all-knowing overlord of my wildest parenting hacks. Who knew a cardboard box was the ultimate setup? But here we are!
Honestly, as that cat mom triumphantly carries her child into the Amazon abyss, I think about how my life constantly feels like an unboxing video gone wrong. Somewhere between disassembling IKEA furniture and ruining a boiling pot of water (it’s a talent), the absurdness of parenting somehow makes sense. But hey, grab your own cardboard corners and roll with it. Maybe, just maybe, it’s the little quirks and desperate midnight searches that keep us semi-sane and unexpectedly entertained. Also, who knew I'd relate so closely to a cartoon cat? -
Oh my god, this comic just hit me right in the feels. I remember sitting at the kid's table during a family barbecue, munching on dinosaur nuggets like I was some tiny T-rex. I swear, dino nuggets were practically a currency back then (and let’s be real, probably still are). There was something magical about seeing those prehistoric shapes sizzling on the plate.
This comic kinda captures that innocent absurdity. Nuggets meant for chickens? Genius! Somehow this makes me miss those simpler times when the day’s biggest dilemma was whether to eat the nugget tail-first or save it for last. Just brilliant.
And now, as I'm nostalgically reveling in this ridiculousness, sitting in my adult apartment at 1 am, I'm genuinely wondering... is it weird to still want dino nuggets for dinner tomorrow? Maybe it’s time to embrace my inner kid again. -
Okay, this One hit me right in the feels. Honestly, there’s this magical moment when the kids are finally down for the night, and suddenly the world seems to breathe again. I mean, how relatable is it that instead of the stereotypical 'romantic evening,' these two are gearing up for some digital adventure? It's like... forget candlelit dinners, the real romance is in a shared quest line or co-op game. There's just something super heartwarming about enjoying simple moments with the ones you love whether that means slaying pixelated dragons or just being in the same room together. I’m kind of inspired, really maybe tonight I’ll game with my partner. Life gets so hectic, and we often forget that connection doesn't have to be a grand gesture. Plus, there’s no better therapy than killing monsters together, right?
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wow, this comic hit me right in the existential dread. It's like, on one hand, I totally get the dog's panic. I mean, haven't we all been there? Your brain going into overdrive because someone took an extra five minutes at the grocery store, and suddenly they're in another dimension fighting space pirates? (Been there, felt that.) But then there's the cat, just all calm and zen. Like, "Chill, dude. It's gonna be fine." Is that what having inner peace looks like? Because I could use a bucket of that. What I wouldn’t give to just...not overthink everything. Seriously, is that a skill you can learn, or is it some cat genetic mutation? Either way, if you find out, let me know. Until then, more coffee and maybe a weighted blanket.
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I’m not saying I want to be the orange cat mom... but maybe I do? Like, once I realized her smug satisfaction at the end, I was like, "Same, girl." I can’t count how many times I’ve been at family get-togethers thinking, “At least my life isn’t THAT level of chaos.” (Ignoring my own internal meltdown because... distractions.)
There's something weirdly comforting about seeing someone else’s life be a hot mess. It’s like a tiny reminder that I'm not completely failing at this adulting thing, right? That feeling where you’re somewhere noisy, sipping something questionably caffeinated, watching the world’s chaos unfold, and thinking, “Could be worse!” Or maybe I’m just deflecting with humor. But really, some days are just about indulging that moment of clarity, or delusion. Whatever works. -
And this One low-key just sent me spiraling into an existential crisis about my own life choices. Like, I'm definitely feeling the mood of unapologetically raiding the kitchen at ungodly hours (been there, done that). But also… should I be reassessing my life in general? Maybe there’s a metaphor here about scooping too much into our bowls when we’re just not ready for it. And that cat mom’s face! What even is confidence, right?
It honestly reminds me of the dreaded family dinners where everyone subtly—or not so subtly—comments on life choices. Why do we do this to ourselves? Anyway, if anyone finds me, I’ll be curled up under my own existential blanket, questioning everything. And maybe giggling a bit, because honestly, that cat’s hustle I can respect—though my kitchen blunders are more ‘oops’ than ‘meow-tastic’. -
this comic is my life, like, every single morning. I mean, who hasn’t shouted “TEETH!” at some point, right? Honestly, managing to get out the door feels like defeating a final boss in a video game. The kid has one shoe, the backpack mystery, and please, let’s take a moment to acknowledge the “I’ll start tomorrow” mantra. Who wrote this? Are they secretly watching me? And then, finally, there’s that fake smile moment. It's like, "Look at me, got my life together for a hot second!" But inside, I'm just hoping I didn’t forget something important—again. It’s a comedy of survival, really. Man, I need coffee. This is why I can’t have plants; I'm too busy trying to adult.
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Okay, so this... just sent me wayyy back. I'm supposed to be focusing, but all I can think about is that cursed family game night where we decided to play charades, and my little cousin misunderstood the prompt. Let’s just say there was a similar, uh, creative pronunciation situation, and my aunt almost spit her drink everywhere. Honestly, thank goodness for moments like these that perfectly capture that sweet chaotic mix of innocence and embarrassment. Like, sometimes the universe just delivers these perfect slices of awkward family weirdness. Anyway, I’m officially adding “big clock therapy” to my list of things we never knew we needed but totally do. Also, why are there never enough couches in waiting rooms? Seriously. Always a standing game. My life is an endless stream of these small but persistent inconveniences!
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I feel personally attacked by this comic. Am I the only one who hits a full existential crisis when bedtime rolls around, every single night? It's like my pillow whispers sweet nothings about productivity the second I lay down, causing my brain to spin out into a web of what-ifs and I totally forgot to-s. The cat's panic is a lot like my own, except with less fur and more awkward flailing under the covers. Honestly, it's unfair how quickly days just... happen. Like, I blink and suddenly it’s midnight, and my to-do list is as neglected as the veggies in my crisper drawer. Do I need an "Indoor Human" shirt now? Maybe I just need to embrace the chaos and let the night take me, phone in hand and all.
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seriously, this comic gets me. The whole "one more thing" at bedtime! I swear, it’s like these little minds turn into philosophers as soon as the sun goes down. I can’t count the number of times my kid's questions have spiraled from “Why is the sky blue?” to “What is the meaning of life, the universe, and everything?” (and yes, I had to resist the urge to just say 42). It’s like a nightly existential crisis. And every time I get snuggled into bed thinking I’ve escaped, there it is, the dreaded whisper of another question. The worst part? I don't even know if atoms have colors! Seriously, thanks for the extra dose of midnight anxiety. But also, maybe I'm secretly into it because it beats scrolling Instagram for the thousandth time. You know what, maybe I need to embrace the chaos and grab a pillow… because this bedtime standoff is turning into a science fair of the soul.
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but why is this literally how my life feels at 2am? Like, inviting Flora to movie night is the same chaotic energy as letting anxiety crash on my couch. I mean, I get it, you feel bad — maybe even a bit guilty for being a decent, civil human… or cat — but then reality sets in. How the narrative flips so fast there's whiplash involved. You think you’re gonna have a cozy night with a horror flick, but no. Spiraling, you know? Flora might just be the horror movie incarnate. And now everyone's bracing for impact in a calm-before-the-storm kinda way. Honestly, horror movies and real-life messes have nothing on unattended emotional baggage and those awkward social situations where everything holds its breath hoping not to explode—sometimes it's bizarrely comforting watching it happen in cartoons instead of real life. If only coping mechanisms were this cute in reality!
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Just like my daily mantra of "I'll start the diet tomorrow," seeing the chaos in this comic makes me realize being an adult is basically holding things together with caffeine and denial. It's hilariously relatable—like, yes, kids, you watched the cartoon about friendship, and somehow it transformed into WWE. Reminds me of when I think meditation will make me calm, but five minutes later, I’m stress-eating cookies. The real kicker is the mom cat's face—the epitome of exhaustion and resignation. She’s me every Sunday night realizing tomorrow is Monday. I’m feeling the energy of "I tried" and... do we ever really learn? Sometimes, life lessons hit, but they just bounce off like spaghetti on a wall. It’s raw and honest—life with kids, siblings, or even in my own head, is beautifully chaotic.
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Ugh, this comic speaks to me on a spiritual level. I swear, if "He's gotta make lawyer money" isn’t the mantra of every stressed-out parent or exhausted partner, I don’t know what is. Seeing that cat stuck at a desk outside is basically the millennial version of trying to have it all—nature? Check. Fresh air? Check. Crushing workload? Also, unfortunately, check. And yet, here I am, typing away on my laptop with a cup of instant coffee that's been microwaved twice (don’t judge, it's been a long day). Life sometimes feels like an exhausting cycle of hustling for dreams while trying not to miss out on the sunshine—literal and metaphorical. It’s funny how we think doing more means achieving more, only to find ourselves accidentally living a comic strip. Anyway...back to the grind.
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Oh wow, this comic hit me right in the chaotic good feels. I mean, why stop at one source of adorable mayhem when you can double it, right? It’s like when you buy one plant and suddenly you live in a jungle, or adopt a kitten and wake up with a whole clowder (is that the right word??). The whole “just needs a friend” logic is such a parent/caregiver move. I swear, sometimes I think I should get another pet just to keep the current one entertained, but knowing my luck they’d team up against me and demand more tuna. Reminds me of that time I thought two fish would be less lonely, but they just started plotting my demise. Now I’m spiraling, imagining a house full of furry conspirators. Is this how supervillains start? I might need coffee. Or a nap. Or both.
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Okay, so this comic hits way too close to home. Like, there’s me trying to be the picture-perfect listener, you know? I’m all like, “Yes, I totally get where you’re coming from,” while my brain’s doing cartwheels. But then the kids are just throwing punches like it’s WrestleMania in my living room. Honestly, the idea of “employing active listening” sounds so nice on paper...until someone gets clocked in the face. In theory, empathy is a bridge. In practice, it’s more like a rickety rope swing over a pit of tantrums and chaos. I swear, sometimes I feel like I need a parental instruction manual, and a therapist on speed dial...and maybe a snack. Or a vacation (possibly both). Anyway, if “being square” means surviving with minimal breakdowns, I’ll wear that badge proudly and keep nodding like I’m in on the joke!
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so this comic hit me harder than I was ready for. Like, isn’t this EVERY domestic debate ever? I’m not even joking when I say I’ve had a full-on, borderline philosophical argument about the *proper* way to hang toilet paper. Spoiler: I’m an “over” kind of person—easier access, less chance of touching the questionable wall (don’t ask). But now, look at panel D. It’s like, “Hey, maybe the real enemy isn’t over or under, but complete bathroom anarchy.” Reminds me of when my cat once unraveled an entire roll and then looked at me like, “You had one job.” Life, much like toilet paper, often spirals out of control, leaving us stranded in our mess. Weirdly comforting? Or maybe that’s the lack of sleep talking. Anyways, I feel like I need to apologize to every houseguest who’s ever changed it the “wrong” way. Maybe we’re all just trying to make it work with the chaos we’ve got. Deep, right?
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hold up—"pasketti for hair" or eternal spaghetti consumption? Is this my life now?! Why does this feel like that 3 a.m. decision when you're staring into your fridge, realizing you've eaten the one thing you were saving for tomorrow's lunch? Ugh. I love how they just casually throw out bizarre life choices like it’s normal. Like, I thought my existential crisis was bad, but now I’m reimagining my life with pasta as bangs.
Honestly, it sounds like the perfect disguise for my deeply disappointing haircut last month. I can’t decide if this comic is a more profound metaphor for choices or if it’s just delightfully dumb. Also, can we talk about how I’ve never won anything in my life, but now I apparently have a shot at a 'Funny Competition'? My therapist would be delighted. I'm all in for embracing the chaos—next step, glitter eyebrows? -
Honestly, this comic is hitting me right in the feels. Like, I’m sitting here with my game controller basically attached to my hand, and my own life coach (a.k.a my cat) is judging me across the room. Those little blue eyes are giving me guilt trips from the couch. But real talk, the whole “exercise” thing is hilarious because sometimes pressing those buttons really feels like a marathon (don’t even get me started on boss fights). I mean, running from responsibilities? Professional level unlocked. But deep down (and not to get too sappy), I know there’s balance in there somewhere. Like, between a couch potato and a treadmill enthusiast. Anyway, tonight my cardio is the frantic dash to the kitchen for snacks. Disregard responsibility—embrace joy! Wow, definitely oversharing. Time to game on.
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here's the thing—I swear these comics hit me in a way I never expected. That pill trick? Genius, right? Kinda makes me rethink every struggle I've had with giving medicine to my dog (and let's be honest, maybe even some of my exes who acted like babies). Remember when we all thought adulting would just... click into place? Yet here I am, still discovering life hacks in comic strips. It’s like a safe space, isn't it? A little corner of the internet where you can just laugh and think, "How was I ever surviving before this?"
And while we're talking nostalgia, does this remind anyone else of those little snippets of advice your grandparents just *knew*? It paints this picture of life as it could be—a scrapbook of funny little victories (and that’s why I can’t stop scrolling through these late at night). Maybe I'm a sucker for connection, but it's nice to feel part of something so joyously and essentially human. Or maybe I just need more sleep. Who knows? -
Dude, I swear my life is just a series of trying to get people—or cats apparently—to read books. This comic just hit me at 1am, while I’m sitting here in a pile of unread tomes, wishing I had that fishing rod magic. It’s like, if only I could engineer a perfect moment where everyone actually wanted to read instead of going down YouTube rabbit holes for '10 Things You Didn’t Know About Sand' (I mean, it’s sand, right? But I clicked). And let’s be real, now I’m thinking about all those times I tried converting friends to book lovers—the ones with beautiful covers now collecting dust. Maybe it’s not them; maybe it’s me, fishing for that validation. Or maybe... just maybe... we’re all in this endless loop of delivering messages that never quite hit home, and that’s okay. Thank the universe for comics, right?
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