Say "hello" to Drittens

Posted by Pinky.

This is Drittens. Sometimes we call him T.C. We just had his graduation ceremony (and party) yesterday and now he’s officially a working member of the Pinky Show team.

Drittens and Bunny, on one of their walks in Tümpisa, a.k.a. Death Valley.

After several years of training under Bunny, and then more time with Daisy & me, today is Drittens's first official day of  work at the desert studio. (He started with... vacuuming?) Tonight I will interview him so that all of you can get to know him better. As soon as I'm done transcribing it I will post it in the Dialogues area. Kim and I are very happy and excited for him to be working full time on Pinky Show stuff. (Mimi is finally 100% back to her doctor-work; her leg is much better now, thank you for asking!)

I know the coming year will be a good one! I wish all of you, our dear friends, a wonderful year.

Please take care,
pinky

Q: How do you get new books?

Posted by Kim.

After posting the diary entry about the new Truth is Concrete book yesterday, I received a weird question about it.

Dear Kim,
Congratulations for the new book. I'm curious though, how did you get that book? Did you buy it at a bookstore? Are salesclerks at stores willing to sell to cats? Did you have to jump up onto the counter? Or did you order it online? Do you guys have a mailing address with a little mailbox? btw I really love the comic!
Best wishes,
India

In all the years we've been doing the Pinky Show we've received thousands of e-mails with many, many questions in them, but I don't think we've ever had anyone ask if we have to jump up on counters to get service at a store. That's silly!

Anyway, we do have a P.O. Box at the Post Office near our non-profit's office - it's actually located in Hawaii, where Pinky is originally from. But us cats live and work here in the desert and the book editors know this so they just sent our complimentary copy directly to us. Very kind.

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The "address" sometimes confuses the postman, especially if they are new.

Because of the not-very-exact nature of our mailing address here in the desert, sometimes we find our mail and sometimes we don't. I imagine that sometimes a coyote will eat our mail, or sometimes our mail just blows away if the postman doesn't put a heavy enough rock on it. But really, who cares if some of your mail never finds its way to you? It's not the end of the world.

If you have to send us something really important, just mail it to our P.O. Box in Hawaii. Lisa the office girl checks the mailbox “sometimes.” That's what I hear.

~k.