Ever since I started “Kiskaloo” I’ve been asked if I’ll ever make a plush of the cat, Ogo. Well, I wanted to, just like I want to get back to drawing the comic and learn deep-sea welding. Even though I’ve had enough time to write more than a year’s worth of strips, I’m still so swamped with other projects that I haven’t been able to get enough ready to publish. Same story with the plush. Except you can add “I don’t even know where to start” to the “I never have enough time,” and, “Don’t people have enough trouble in their lives already without adding a one-eyed cat with a propensity for mischief?”
Well, ready or not, Jess decided it was time. She took point on this one, shepherding Ogo all the way from prototype to testing to labeling to shipping. So if you let Ogo into your house and twenty minutes later you can no longer find your car keys or your car, you can blame her for it.
Seated, this Ogo is ten inches tall from his bean-ballasted bottom to the tip of his ears. His giant head is filled with just the right amount of fluff to make him soft to squeeze yet firm and pleasing to pat on the head. With his vaguely blank expression and unblinking stare you will forever wonder what he is thinking. I’ve had him in my room for a few weeks now, and I swear he sometimes seems happy, and other times he is decidedly frowning depending on what’s going on. He looks happier near the liquor bottles and sofa, and sad when he’s fallen over or when you haven’t talked about him for too long. The above picture was taken in Boulder, Colorado. I asked him to smile but he was looking past the camera at something. A dog, I think. Or a pizza restaurant over my left shoulder.
If you would like to bring your very own Ogo home with you, he requests that he sit on the part of your sofa closest to the TV. He would also like it if you stocked Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream and Bugles corn chips. He likes long car rides and movies about bad weather and/or vampires and monsters. Submarine movies of any kind are also appreciated. DO NOT under any circumstances let him watch “Trilogy of Terror” or any episode of “Pippi Longstocking” if you want to sleep through the night. He prefers coffee to tea and if you serve him the latter he will likely pour it on your carpet or down a heat register and spend the next few months collecting the dead flies from your windowsills to glue to a card in letters that spell T-E-A S-U-C-K-S for your refrigerator. He likes the snow and also beaches. He thinks he can do more than he can. If he asks for kitchen knives or power tools tell him you don’t have any. Don’t let him write letters or play on the computer.