Makes perfect sense to me, and I'm not covered in fur.

Shame on you, Kevin.

That ghost isn't going anywhere for a long time.

Shame on you, Kevin.

Maybe they should skip dinner and just go see a movie.

If I were her, I would stick to having brunch with this guy.

Have a little respect for Halloween and Jack o' lanterns, dudes.

So nice of Kevin to give this couple a heads-up about these mysterious restaurant food shortages that seem to happen just after he shows up.

After asking that question, she doesn't have a ghost of a chance with him.

But even if they played Scrabble, it would be two against one.

Keep pushing, Sisyphus. It's what you do.

Oh, Kevin. That pooch deserved a better pun. That one was WAY TOO ruff.

There's always room for one more fuzzy face.

Stop it, Kevin. Just stop it.

This cartoon is so fake. I’ve never known a cat who prefers coffee to napping.

Earl should have known better.

I drew this one up BEFORE the Bears gave up 52 points to Detroit. Ouch.

Once again, it appears that Kevin set up this service just to deliver the world’s worst puns. That’s probably why he’s getting no tips.

She definitely has crossed over to the other side.

Such a wide range of emotions expressed here.