Die Katze is here, you fools!

Dear fools...I mean, Gentle Reader:

Die Katze Numbre Uno is here! Yes, it's that Lovecraftian/Silent Movie/Iams commercial-mashup you've all been waiting for, the comic you didn't know you needed until suddenly it appears, like a cool breeze on a hot day (said cool breeze being the musty sepulchural emanations of an ancient crypt)! It's officially out on 12/22/15, but the box of comics is in my hot little hands as we speak, so feel free to knock me over on the street and run giggling away with it. Like Nike sneakers and Beanie Babies, it's sure to have some killer resale value. Niche economic bubble, anyone? No takers? Durn.

Behold, your new master. Her only weakness?
Mondays! She hates Mondays...

Now, of course, it comes down to marketing and merchandising. I'm going to see if I can print up some buttons and such; I wouldn't go so far as to make plushies, but that might be an option someday.

We're having a book signing for it - Red Fox Comics in Lansing (West Side), tentatively scheduled for Wednesday, January 23rd. Hope you can join us! If not, that's okay...we'll just sit there, wasting away...don't mind little old Blind Alley Comics, now...48 hours of labor, you'd think they'd call more than once a year...

But hark! Harold, the Angel, sings. We told him to stop, but he won't. Can't carry a tune in a handbasket. This of course means that Christmas is near. Here's me (Rick) wishing you (my readers - all three of you. Hi Mom!) a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Get out of the cold, snuggle up around the heat vent, and watch the snow fall in the soft glow of the tree. Don't wear yourself out shopping, or visiting relatives, or anything like that - just take a few minutes and sit still, and watch the snow come down.

Rick Out.

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