Still not the New Yorker

Okay, I guess it’s going to be cartoon Mondays from now on. We’ll move the jazz videos to Tuesday. For prize-winning captions from the New Yorker, unlike these, go here.

“All right. This is a hostile takeover. But not an impossible one.”

“Yes, I did claw my way to the top. Are there any more dumb-ass questions, or can we get on with this?”

“Speak up, Bowser. Or is it Fido? I mean, my God, do you people even have names?”

“If you think I’m going to sit here and apologize for having retractable claws, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Regarding the Christmas party, yes, we will be having catnip, and, yes, I will be getting naked. My sandbox, my rules.”

“If you guys can stop sniffing each other’s butts for five seconds, we can get started.”

“The next time we meet, I want this table covered with mice.”

“Yes, I am a cat, and, yes, you are dogs. But we both have four legs, we both eat meat, and we both, by God, chase our own tails. And that sounds like common ground to me.”

“Okay, now I’m completely confused. Tom, did you eat Bob’s homework, or did he eat yours?”

“One more thing. Stop drinking out of the damn toilets. The clients hate that.”

More cartoons here.