It’s Sunday morning, and I decided not to wander into politics or social change today, but only deal with mental comfort food. The door to the New Yorker cartoon vault was left open a crack, and I was in and out before they even knew I was there. I left no prints behind, but probably some bits of DNA.
If they do come for me, I’ll not be taken alive. There’s no way I’m going back to the slammer.
Today’s subject is pets. I offer a gallery of drollery. (Click on one to bring them up in a decent viewing size.)