cats and blankets

I know I've talked about this before but it is thrilling to be a guest in the home of someone who was a kid when you first knew them. I left IN mid-afternoon on Thurs and headed for WI. I'd arranged to spend the night north of Chicago with a young couple... she was the 'kid' in my memories this time. We didn't talk about anything earth-shattering or monumental. We just 'were' together for the evening, the night and breakfast. And it was special. Very. Thanks, J!
Oh yes- the comic. What does it have to do with anything? Well... there was a cat in the house, too. A black cat. A black girl cat. A most interesting cat. Very sleek and pretty and playful enough. But very hissy. When I bent down to make her acquaintance, she really hissed. I mean, she could have posed for the panther pix you've all seen (right? You have, haven't you?) of black panthers hissing with their long fangs fully exposed. The next am, I stepped out of my room and she was obviously pining away for human companionship- coming up to me and cat flirting, nearly wound herself around my ankles. All of a sudden, she figured out that I wasn't Mom or Dad... wow. What a spate of hissing ensued. I had to laugh. She's not nearly as terrifying as she'd like you to believe, though. And she is a beauty of a cat. 

Several people have asked recently about the source of the comics I use. Several are delivered to my inbox (from ArcaMax comics or Mutts); the rest are from RSS feeds to google reader, coming from ArcaMax and GoComics. Both of these methods allow me to let them collect until I have time to read them. I do a print screen capture and paste that into Paint, then crop it and save it if I want to use one for blogging. I have a huge folder of comics from at least the past 6 years; occasionally, I go back into that and try to clean it out. We grew up on comics (as most of you did) and I've always loved them! I'm glad if you do, too. :)