Comic Transcripts

[[A rigid sign is posted on a post. We can’t read the middle section because the print is two small, but the top and bottom parts read thusly:]]
LOST CAT
Adult Shorthair
“Sir Whiskerbuns”
White with Black
Lithe & Graceful
Penetrating Eyes
Soul of a Poet
CALL 292-2511

[[A closer shot of the same sign lets us read the finer print.]]
A regal manner that harkens to the days when cats were the consorts of kings. A true prince of the evening and lord of the morning sun. Muscles firm and sinewy beneath a coat more velvet than fur. A friend – nay, a brother! – in times of direst need, for with calm and insistent devotion has Sir Whiskerbuns purred me through many an ebb soul-tide. An avatar of grace; an earthly vessel containing a spark of the divine I often wonder if Sir Whiskerbuns is truly a demigod taken a mean feline form.

[[Someone in a dress reads the sign, which we can now see is mounted to an old-style lamppost. A cat, Sir Whiskerbuns, sits nearby on the sidewalk.]]
Sir Whiskerbuns: Dude I ran AWAY from that house

{{header: pine for WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: His yowls, when I place my homemade Helmet of Nobility upon his furry head, are like the cries of an angel being stuck with Christ’s own spear. His claws are the claws that the Lord would have, if the Lord had had claws.}}

#797; In which a Cat gets Out transcribed by in

[[A rigid sign is posted on a post. We can’t read the middle section because the print is two small, but the top and bottom parts read thusly:]]
LOST CAT
Adult Shorthair
“Sir Whiskerbuns”
White with Black
Lithe & Graceful
Penetrating Eyes
Soul of a Poet
CALL 292-2511

[[A closer shot of the same sign lets us read the finer print.]]
A regal manner that harkens to the days when cats were the consorts of kings. A true prince of the evening and lord of the morning sun. Muscles firm and sinewy beneath a coat more velvet than fur. A friend – nay, a brother! – in times of direst need, for with calm and insistent devotion has Sir Whiskerbuns purred me through many an ebb soul-tide. An avatar of grace; an earthly vessel containing a spark of the divine I often wonder if Sir Whiskerbuns is truly a demigod taken a mean feline form.

[[Someone in a dress reads the sign, which we can now see is mounted to an old-style lamppost. A cat, Sir Whiskerbuns, sits nearby on the sidewalk.]]
Sir Whiskerbuns: Dude I ran AWAY from that house

{{header: pine for WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: His yowls, when I place my homemade Helmet of Nobility upon his furry head, are like the cries of an angel being stuck with Christ’s own spear. His claws are the claws that the Lord would have, if the Lord had had claws.}}

#797; In which a Cat gets Out transcribed by in

[[A rigid sign is posted on a post. We can't read the middle section because the print is two small, but the top and bottom parts read thusly:]]
LOST CAT
Adult Shorthair
"Sir Whiskerbuns"
White with Black
Lithe & Graceful
Penetrating Eyes
Soul of a Poet
CALL 292-2511

[[A closer shot of the same sign lets us read the finer print.]]
A regal manner that harkens to the days when cats were the consorts of kings. A true prince of the evening and lord of the morning sun. Muscles firm and sinewy beneath a coat more velvet than fur. A friend - nay, a brother! - in times of direst need, for with calm and insistent devotion has Sir Whiskerbuns purred me through many an ebb soul-tide. An avatar of grace; an earthly vessel containing a spark of the divine I often wonder if Sir Whiskerbuns is truly a demigod taken a mean feline form.

[[Someone in a dress reads the sign, which we can now see is mounted to an old-style lamppost. A cat, Sir Whiskerbuns, sits nearby on the sidewalk.]]
Sir Whiskerbuns: Dude I ran AWAY from that house

{{header: pine for WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: His yowls, when I place my homemade Helmet of Nobility upon his furry head, are like the cries of an angel being stuck with Christ's own spear. His claws are the claws that the Lord would have, if the Lord had had claws.}}

His yowls, when I place my homemade Helmet of Nobility upon his furry head, are like the cries of an angel being stuck with Christ's own spear. His claws are the claws that the Lord would have, if the Lord had had claws.

#797; In which a Cat gets Out

  — February 10th, 2012

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Bolted! Shipping is UNDERWAY

April 4, 2026 by David Malki !

Bolted! games have been shipping to backers over the last couple of weeks! The non-US orders are (mostly) done and some folks have been reporting receiving them already!

@davidmalki.com My game arrived today!! It looks gorgeous 🙂 Hope you are well 🙂

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— Lar deSouza (@lartist.bsky.social) April 2, 2026 at 2:52 PM

My US inventory of games is now in-country, but still being staged at the fulfillment centers. It’s being distributed to regional warehouses, so the actual shipping to backers happens more efficiently. I hope the bulk of US shipping will start next week.

These are what the cartons (and games) look like!

bolted! games BOLTED! GAMES (pounding the table) B O L T E D ! G A M E S

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— david malki ! (@davidmalki.com) April 3, 2026 at 10:37 AM

I am also waiting on the bonus cards to be finished printing! I ended up needing many more of those than I had anticipated, so I decided to have the game factory print those too, for perfect matching with the base game cards.

Most people will be receiving two separate mailings: the game itself, and “anything else” (bonus cards and/or add-ons) which will be sent by me personally.

As of today, 86% of backers have completed their surveys so far! That’s pretty good, but it’s not everyone. I know YOU PERSONALLY have already completed YOURS though, so no worries!!

We have now moved OFF of Kickstarter and ONTO BackerKit for any new orders. You can bundle a game with basically anything else I sell on that there website, it’s pretty nuts!


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