There's a new chapter of my webcomic, Nothing Special, up on
@webtoon
today! To celebrate the occasion please enjoy this drawing I did of Callie, Declan and Radish that I think perfectly sums up my comic.
My 7yo daughter: someone at camp said girls aren’t tough.
Me: what did you say to that?
My 7yo, who has had a loose tooth for over a week: I pulled out my tooth in front of him and he stopped talking to me.
#parenting
Old Lady Cat: oh, is this your water?
*cat sneezes in said water then slowly drags her tongue through it while staring me down*
Cat, a mocking whisper while maintaining eye contact: because I thought it was mine.
My four year old overheard a woman with a British accent talking and she turned to the woman, totally deadpan, and said “why are you talking fancy?”
#parenting
Six months ago I fell and didn’t get back up. I spent 25 days in the hospital with everything up in the air as to the future of my mobility.
Today I walked 380 feet with a walker and then my pt had me try out a CANE.
“do you think Flick and Blathers went on a date once and it ended terribly?” -things my 9yo said that is hysterical only to anyone that plays
#AnimalCrossingNewHorizons
Please, everyone make fanart of this moment for her.
My 5 year old: I have an imaginary friend.
Me: tell me about it.
5yo: her name is Nana Banana and she is a banana that hates bananas but lives in a bunch of bananas in a banana tree.
Me, slowly raising a notepad to steal this idea: Go on.
My 10yo: I made new friends in the neighborhood. Do you think they want to play D&D with us?
Me saying a thing I never thought I’d say: okay this is a delicate conversation so we need to ease them into it to see if they’re cool.
The phrase “don’t meet your heroes” falls apart when talking about Caroll Spinney. He was one of the kindest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and I’ve always treasured the weekend I spent sitting next to him and Debra listening to their stories. Heartbreaking.
My 6 year old wrote a story at school about a turkey that tries to hunt humans down with a bow & arrow and eat them for Thanksgiving out of revenge... so that’s probably going to be a phone call.
My 6 year old showing me her library book: I like it but the cover isn't anything like the story inside.
Me, a person that works in comics: *avoids eye contact*
Some friends respond to your child being diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes with sympathetic calls.
Others go to a convention to get Wilford Brimley to sign a picture for said child.
I will never not laugh at this.
My 8 year old’s response to being diagnosed as a Type 1 diabetic today was pinch the bridge of her nose and say “of COURSE this happens right before Halloween. Typical.”
My 8 year old was standing on the couch, waving here arms. I asked her what she was doing and she said “sometimes I pretend I’m an eagle and I’m watching the world underneath me before I eat it”.
Um. Okay.
My daughter asked me to draw her Ochaco Uraraka so I did and then she and I colored it together. She made the background while I taught her about photoshop brushes and different layer types!
Movie night-
My 6 year old: I want to watch a princess movie!
My 9 year old: no. I want something more FUN.
Me, slowly pulling out the DVD for Ever After: A Cinderella Story because I’ve been waiting for this moment for 9 years: oh, I think I can accommodate you both.
My name is Katie and I have drawn books for a galaxy far, far away, written books starring pastel ponies, written AND drawn stuff for media giants.... and I make my own stories full of magic, monsters and weird vegetables.
#VisibleWomen
Tiny Deku got very tired of “and who are you supposed to be?” That she basically yelled “do none of you people have Hulu?!” to an entire third grade class.
My 10yo playing Zelda Breath of the Wild: what happens if you find all 900 Korok seeds?
Me: I read that you get a golden poop.
My 10yo tightening their grip on the controller and whispering to the tv: I have never been more motivated to do something in my life.
When my parents brought my sister and I home from the hospital, my older brother asked if they could put us in the guest room.
When my mom asked WHY he could possibly want his perfect, new, angelic baby sisters in the guest room... he said "because it means they'll leave"
Okay now that I’ve lost my goddamn mind and recreated The Shining in Animal Crossing I’m throwing the Switch to my kids and burying myself in work for the rest of the day.
Spent the day with my kid and her doctors talking to her about getting an insulin pump.
The argument “your life will be easier and you, you know, have less a chance of accidentally DYING” didn’t work but “you’ll be a cyborg” did.
My vet’s office has an office cat. A giant Maine Coon which plopped in my lap, much to the horror and delight of the staff (apparently it’s not common for her to do this).
I feel like the chosen one now. Send me on a quest because I’m going to ride that high all day.
I am Katie Cook. I write and draw books which I have been told are not always terrible. I work on lots of licensed properties but am lucky enough to get to make some of my own books too. I am a canon Pony. 1986 Katie is so proud.
#VisibleWomen
The vet took Coco into another room for some of her procedures today but that doesn’t mean I didn’t hear her shouting “I’ve got a KITTENNNNNNNNNNN” to the whole building’s staff.
Tiredly informed my husband that between work, home repairs, making Christmas perfect for every other person we know, etc...
... I hadn’t bought him a gift.
He just sagged in relief and said “oh thank F**k I didn’t get you anything either.”
Perfect match.
My kid: what do you want for your birthday?
Me: a clean house.
Kid: no something you don’t have.
Me: A cLeAn HoUsE.
Kid: no something I can make.
Me, screaming into the void: A CLEA.....
#parenting
#SpiderVerse
is so much fun and deserves all the accolades and hype and awards. A few years ago I got to write and draw a story in the official Spider-Verse about an 11 year old girl in a mask and a tutu... so I thought I'd bring Penelope back for the day.
#dailysketch
Less than a week after her diagnosis with Type 1 diabetes, my 8 year old is already insisting to be the one to test her own blood sugar and give her own insulin injections (after we double check all the numbers). Pardon me while I brag about my rockstar kid.
My case for being on an episode of season 2 of The Mandalorian as baby Yoda’s sitter:
-I am very good at Star Wars
-I have currently kept two babies alive past the baby expiration date
-I WANT TO HOLD THE PUPPET
-I have a large assortment of grandmotherly cardigans ready to go
I have bathed the ancient one.
I am now missing limbs, bled out all over the bathroom, the echos of her shrieking will haunt me for three more lifetimes and she now is actively ignoring two decades of trust. Good times.
I grew up in a family where Christmas meant we watched Spaceballs and decorated the Star Trek tree so I’m really uninformed as to what this whole season is about.
I hate pretty much everything about the current situation of the world but the number of people I know that have gone from “I’ll never have a pet” to “I am home all day, went to a shelter & this is Mrs. Biscuit and I will die for this animal” is warming my heart just a little.
My 7 year old has unlocked the joy of reading and now she comes into my office, flings down the last book she borrowed from me, looks and my comic shelves and says “DONE. What else ya’ got?”
It is great.
10 years ago I cursed the earth by giving birth to the child who will eventually become the evil genius we all have to bow down to or suffer the wrath of her robot army. Sorry to all of you but also happy birthday G.
Well I guess today is the day I can pull out my first and only cosplay which doubled as the most BALLER Halloween costume on the streets of my small town.
In honor of the day, I’m showing the kids the movie Groundhog Day.
In honor of the movie, I’ll show it to them again tomorrow and gaslight them by telling me we’ve never watched it before.
My husband is at the kitchen table teaching a workshop to a class full of college kids via Zoom and I’ve nudged an entire plate of cat treats onto the counter behind him.
Off to go shake the treat bag elsewhere in the house to pied piper the cats to him.
And then we wait.
My 7yo is watching The Rescuers Down Under for the first time and I just heard her mutter "Well fuck that guy" as McLeach captures the eagle Marahute. So that's new.
Ignore my kid’s dirty bathroom and focus on me standing without support!
I’m still a Weeble Wobble trying to walk and SHOULD use my cane/walker but them gams are a holdin’ me upright for the first time in a long time
16 years ago I went out to a movie with a friend for his birthday and we didn't know it was a date and hey, now we're married and have 2 kids and too many cats and a mortgage and stuff.