I was looking forward to my romantic spanking before I scrolled down and saw the cat

The feline mind control experienced by Debbie is all too real.

My goodness! I had no idea the terror that lives with Thoth!

I wonder if thoth ran afoul of his cat...

HASN'T THOTH SUFFERED ENOUGH?!

Probably not.

That cat keeps Thoth off LW ... it's probably working for the Dark Circle

Catdru?

The Feline Five?

The Purr Trapper?

You can beat 'em, thoth!

Just remember the whole 9 lives issue, Thoth!

Not even safe in the lab

The Kash'Ban is an ancient magic ritual in which cats can steal your nipples remotely. Look how upset the Jason Blood looking guy is.

Or maybe he's upset at giant Grell-Face perving on him. It could be that.

They're just there to rock the kash'ban.

Does the spiky gold collar Clash with the black fur? - Join Streaky on Feline Fashions!

I'm not clear why Dylan Dog is out of print

Must be the cat

The lady's just upset because she's realised that she has no scrying skills. The cat just put a head in a bowl and left it for the humans, in that cute way they do. Naughty Kitty!

As for Dylan Dog, Xabaras the cat is just about to cough up his remains on the cover. Tutto a colori!

^^That's the super-powered alter-ego of the mild-mannered Fat Cramer.

Proof that cats teleport whenever there's a hint of food in the area.

The cover story is The Cult of the Cats, which went on to have a sequel. Although Misty folded after a few years, Fleetway/ IPC had another strongly cat themed story when they launched Scream! It was the Terror of the Cats.

I remember reading that Pat Mills used to work for Misty, as did Jesus Redondo. So, there would have been some pretty decent stuff in there.

Scream! also had a very good Dracula story (among some other gems). That was written (at least in part as was at least some of Terror of the Cats) by Simon Furman who would work on Transformers comics much later on.

Pat Mills? Co-creator of Judge Dredd? HOLY MOLEY!! He's such a good writer, I can forgive his hatred of super-heroes (flaunted in Marshall Law.)

As for Simon Furman, I can sum up my opinion of his writing thus:



Like they say, a picture tells a thousand words!

There's a lot of great early work around the Fleetway/IPC titles. A lot of very good artists also worked on a lot of these titles too.

The Dracula story (written in the Cold War period) has the vampire escape across a border checkpoint into the west. My memory tells me that it's an intelligence officer who investigates the new defector as he tries to establish his domain in England. It's the start I remember reading. With there being a guaranteed shock/cliffhanger in UK weekly strips every few pages, the pace lent itself well to the story. The art was excellent as it was for a lot of these strips.

A quick Wiki search shows me that Furman wrote Death's Head and Dragon Claws. Claws was your standard 2000AD type story of a brutal future sport. Set in a grim future across destroyed cityscapes, teams would kill each other off to get a ball over a line. Or something. It never bothered to define itself. I later read the strips, such as Mean Arena, it was "inspired" by. So it had a violent, action packed opening, based on other strips. But it fell away really, really quickly when it tried to follow it's own plot.

I was just reading Marshall Law meets the Legion the other day.

Yeah! Give all cats you meet extra back rubs or else!

Tee hee... Look at the human trying to be all menacing. Amateur.

The Martin in the title is Ray Palmer's cat Martin. When he went a bit nuts, Palmer would just shrink down his foes and let Martin have his fun.

The shadow on the wall, isn't actually Martin's. It's a crossover issue featuring Bat Cat in a desperate move to tie yet another book into Gotham.

^ Makes sense to me. Will Ray's cat be in the DC television shows?

He sure will! Just after he's finished with DC Editorial in Honey I Shrunk The Readership!

Ahh.. back in my modelling years...oh the cat! Yes of course! We're talking about the cats. What else..>embarrassed shuffle<

I just read that Catweazle had a toad called Touchwood. >schoolboy chortle<

Typical. I used to get a few comics bought for me if I had the sniffoos as a child (as opposed to when I was older when I was indulged with lots of comics )

But did I get this one? I did not. Having said that, Commandos are still on sale in my local newsagents. I bought a few for my dad recently when he had the sniffoos.

Looking at the cover, they should send more planes if they're to stand a chance against a cat.

Oliver Stanley looked proudly across the oak table at the staff of the London Planning Office. Operation Bodyguard would work. Their deceptions would leave the way open for allied forces to attack Normandy.

Of course, to ensure absolute secrecy, the Normandy landings were also a bluff. The air around them still seemed to buzz with the message they had just received from Bletchley Park: "The Mouse Has Landed."

With the stuffed mouse now in Berlin, nothing would stop the ultimate secret weapon, Tiddles the Cat, from eliminating the Nazi threat.

Commando goes Thoth.

Jeez Louise!

Tasmia's gotten into the body paint again!

Uncool, girl. Major uncool!!

When will you accept yourself?

>gasp!< That’s a pic of li’l ‘ol Ibis headed me on the left!

Ibis feathers fly up above
Cat’s claws only lead to a fall
I’m a Commando of love
But it hurts to be a notch
In the mural on the bedroom wall

I’m a soldier of love
And that’s a Soldier’s Luck
To find out that, in the end
I was just a quick…roll in the sand.

Thoth better start staying awake nights. Just a precaution...

Who made it better:

Original (1942) or remake (1982) starring Nastassja Kinski and Malcolm McDowell?

Original.

I am safe from those who slink and court and kill by night. For they need me to fill their food dishes by day.

Darrel Dane: So, you just want me to stand here?
Ray Palmer: Yup. Right there.
Darrel Dane: Gosh! This miniature heroes photoshoot was a great idea! I can't wait to meet Salu!
Ray Palmer: Now! Martin! Get him Now!
Darrel Dane: Gaaaaaah!
Martin: >Chomp< play with food...play with food >chomp<

My oldest friend in the world has 9 cats and she wonders why I don't visit. I think these covers say it all

#thothproblems

The things cats bring home... and with authors like Warland and Savage, you know there's going to be trouble.




And I hope you don't mind if I use this charming image from your family album for this year's Christmas card:

Eva passed away today.

She was 17 years old. She had kidney problems since the end of last year, but had stabilised with medicine and a special diet. There would be dips and levelling off. But this week she declined further, and then rapidly today.

Eva has been my little partner since I moved here, and has been a huge part of my life. She was a thin, big eyed talkative blur of motion as a kitten. She kept a lot of those kitten qualities almost to the end, as she grew into the lovely cat in the picture below.

There wasn't a day she was with me that she didn't have games, purr from back rubs and have every whim pandered to, as it should be. Which is why I wanted to post to this thread.

I loved her very much and I'm going to miss her terribly.

I am so sorry to hear about your loss, Thoth.

A lot of people who've never had pets don't seem to understand how deep the relationship between pet & owner can be, but I certainly do, as my best friend and her partner both lost their cats earlier this year within just a few months of each other.

My condolences go out to you. Big hug.

I'm so sorry, Thoth.

Oh wow - SOOOO sorry, Thoth ... she sounds amazing
I'm sure she had a great life with you

Here's a hug for you ... and a beer when we meet!

My very deepest sympathies for the loss of your beloved Eva. What a beauty!

Rainbow Bridge is a popular poem for these sad partings, but I always liked this one:

Put the rubber mouse away
Pick the toys up from the floor
What was velvet-shod and gray
Will not want them anymore
What was warm is strangely cold
Whence dissolves the little breath?
How can such a small thing hold
So immense a thing as death?

I can just imagine the "eva probs" thread on Feline World.

Thanks for all the kind comments. I appreciate every one of them.

>all teary again now<

You're very welcome, Thoth.

And welcome back!!

Thank you.

We're here for you.

So sorry to hear about this. You have my thoughts tonight.

Thanks guys. I can honestly say that I've not been as upset by anything as this. A lot of my LW posting was done under the supervision of Eva on my lap after dinner. As many posts were rushed due to whims having to be catered for elsewhere

Sorry for your loss, thoth.

Thoth, real sorry to hear of your loss. Pets are such important and loving companions in our lives. Sending lots of love and good vibes your way.

Thanks very much guys. I collected up the ashes. That was a lot tougher going than I had expected.

A big plus was that in knowing the day would come, I made sure that there's only happy memories to look back on. Well, I don't think Eva would consider the medicine taking memories as good ones, but *apart* from those.

I'm so conditioned, that I've just typed two post dinner LW paragraphs without providing cat back rubs, and I'm aware of it

Yes it *is* Scotland. Yes, it *is* my Yard. And that gun looks nothing like a mouse toy.

So you two humans better have brought cat treats or there's going to be trouble.

Let's see...what do I want to play with ...ball?... nopes...elastic... hmmm...no.... torture terrified small thing until it's hot bloody innards are decorating the room...yes, I think so... oh look it's trying to distract me with a little toy of it's own. That's nice. It won't save it...

With the locals deafened by the caterwauling, the young criminals pounced into robbery action. They don't call them cat burglars for nothing you know.

WOW. That is definitely the power of the cat.
I'm shocked that the cat empire allowed this to be seen in public. Usually they are so sneaky and behind the scenes

You are under my command puny human!
Fetch me food! Fetch me Toys! Rub my back! Again!...Hmmm. hard to tell if the hypnosis is working or if this is just a normal day...



You see the last human not to pander to my whims?

Hang on while I do this in a different pose...



You see?! That's what happens when I don't get three choices of cat food. She offered me two...

Imskian Dilemma! Hell or Cat Toy? Hell or Cat Toy? "Hell! I'll take Hell! Much less scary!"

Not sure if this fits here but this was done by my friend Fred Ian.

I guess it depends whether Thoth considers Selina with a whip a problem or an opportunity.

aww, thanks for posting it JPops!




10 minutes later and the whip is being used as a snake like cat toy and Selina has been dismissed to go and pant after Batman for a while.

Opportunity, then: free cat toy.

Lodger Cat was blocking the screen when I saw the above post. I was thinking "Why that's a Chaykin cover without a lingerie clad woman on it. Then I peered over the cat and saw the rest of the cover. Normal service resumed

Heck, that cat has fingers! That's it for humanity.

folks are so bitter...

Right, the mice are hiding down that hole. They can hear us playing up here, and it's only a matter of time before one of these balls drops down there and squishes them!

Have you seen Henri le chat noir on youtube? This looks like the cover of his comic book

The loneliness of taking boxing gloves to a claw fight.

Humans are literally beneath my notice.

I like this cat's attitude. Reminds me of my...um...cough...old self, when I thought I was being a diva, but I was actually being a rhymes-with-witch.

Look on the bright side, little people. You can use kitty's water bowl as a swimming pool.

But beware of the backwash!

Are cats getting bigger or are people getting smaller?

Me doing my best Gloria Swanson in "Sunset Boulevard":

"The cats are big, it's the people that got small!"

Fortunately for Palmer, he's brought the one thing more fun than squirming live , bleeding prey... string!


Comic fans note that the top of the Atom brings us another Time Pool story. Having mistakenly used the cat bowl as a swimming pool in Cramer's post, our six intrepid Pif explorers find themselves on another atom sized adventure!

Ahhh Atom... terrorized by pets

it's really just superheroes that are getting smaller. Normal folks are no match for cats, so they go for the super powered now. Cats can keep 2 to 3 Palmer sized heroes in a pocket for play time.

"Cats with pockets?" I hear you say. You know all those folks who bought Onesies? That's just a cat experiment to try out different fur fashions on a larger scale. And that's just the start of the Cosmic Cat Conspir...oh, wait my nurse has just arrived with my morning catnip pills...

This cover illustrates a common problem faced by human slaves. By all means, miniaturise birds of prey with Pym Particles; trap the Gods of the Microverse and build robot planes. But don't show more than *one* of them to your cat overlord at any one time. Let them focus, and get full enjoyment out of destroying them, one at a time.If you present all three, they will soon become jaded and all of your work will have been for nothing. Worse, you will have a bored cat and that will only lead to bloodshed. Namely yours.

Call me a turncoat, but I've never been happier than under the tyranny of the Catpeople of Galaxy 9. With my sweepstakes treasure chest win, I can afford to give them the bestest cat treats.

Katie Cat is helping thoth catch up with his ever-growing pile of correspondence.

The secret of who has actually been putting up all these posts is revealed....

Now we have to go and analyze which posts are thoth's and which posts are Katie Cat's.

They're nearly all done by cats. Sometimes we let our pet human prod the keyboard with its clumpy fingers for a misspelled bit of fun.

"Either we both walk out of here -- or neither of us does!"

That would be neither then. Fortunately a passer by heard Hank Pym's final words, and they made for a fine epitaph.

What's that you say? "What of the story title?"

The "My Wife -- The Killer!" title refers to a certain Mr Tiddles of 890 Fifth Avenue. Mr Tiddles was being interviewed by Cat Tales Magazine and went on to say "Why, she's probably out there right now slaughtering miniaturised humans even as we sit here by the fire with bowls of cream. And when she brings them back...I had to clean bits of Ray Palmer off the walls last week..."

Fresh with the success of catnip, brave volunteers try out other plant related things. Shocking results but at least kitty is safe. Mandrake was, alas, taken out by a paw swipe moments after this cover pic was taken.

Forget your cyborgs and your robots! Bio-grafts is where it's at. his guy has got two cats replacing his leg! He's faster and meaner, but his leg goes to sleep for 14 hours a day.

Nathan had to kill two enemy agents to get to the cat. An accidental swift turn of his head had blinded another three with his jacket collar.

But the unique Jade Snugglecat would be his. Wait! what's that on its side? number 77?of a set of 100. Made for Dario Argento's mummy "homage": Attack of the Jade Mummycats.

Damn Italian inspired-by movies. That explained why the museum building was so gorgeous. Why he'd had to fight a random serial killer in the lobby, as dodgy electronic music played loudly.

Laser fire from enemy agents began to find its range behind Nathan. His weak spot. Anything behind that collar where he couldn't see. He should never have bought it from '80's Nightwing.

With no exits, Nathan turned with an ironic smile on his face. Trapped in a fake set, the man lifted directly from a dozen movies, made his last stand.


Also in this issue! Legs (Don't call me Sigourney, for legal reasons) Weaver says "My legs have special powers! They go all the way from the floor to my waist!"

Next issue! Nathan says "These museum walls are made from cardboard!"

Cat even more inscrutable in Russian, but probably wants to eat duck.

All the elements of the story are right there. The man has not given the cat her favourite toy. He's thinking that if he designs and builds a rocket, he might escape her wrath. He will be wrong.

He might use the rocket to bring super-fancy space food from Ventura's Kitty Boutique.

A cunning bit of bribery. Particularly if it's from Ventura. He'll need some luck to get out of this one.

As Parliament is suspended and the threat of puritanism rears it's ugly head once again, people desperately ask me, "Can you still look dashing and sophisticated wearing just black and white clothes?"
"Of course, darlings," I say.
"For those not as debonair as I, props such as antiques and a fine filter cigarette can be used."
"Selling any look can be reinforced in the age old way by having a terrifying cat who will brook no criticism from the fashion illiterate."
Now it's back to the couple at the top of the cover, who are reading our marvellous blank newspapers. All that's left after our Cromwellian censors have got through with them!

Off with their heads! Time to invade Ireland! Will they be burning cats too?

>chuckle< Oh Teeds, you know I don't like to talk about being Superboy of Mars in 1954.

Anymore than I like explaining why I had a picture of a horse on my wall. Part of my Biron the Bowman collection, obviously >cough<

I didn't retain the title in '55. I was still paying for not having a first aid book in front of me, instead of an optometry one. That'll teach me to annoy a cat with fake mice. At least they got the ink bottle out...

Off-theme, but...

Bah! I thought I managed to see off that pesky sketch artist, when I was opening my pressies this morning.

The bear's name is Mr Tums.

I wish I was good at paddle ball, too.

He's the chummy-chum
With the tummy-tum
He's smart not dumb
He enjoys bubblegum
He's the best, he's the tops, he's the one
It's Mr. Tum-Tum-Tummy-Tum-Tums

Great song. When are you releasing it on itunes?

LOL Thanks for the kind words, Stile. But I'm afraid it won't be on Itunes unless I can persuade my best friend's partner to sing it!

Sadly, it looks as though I'll be losing Leia cat shortly. She had lost her appetite, with resulting weight loss, and wasn't comfortable. Scans showed a large abdominal mass. While information from the vets wasn't great, it's likely it's lymphoma. This is relatively common in cats around 9-10. The success rate of my cats relating to surgery of this kind is 0%. I doubt, I'll put her through it. She's not happy and the vet visits we've already had, including the sedations, have been traumatic for her. Alternatives simply prolong the inevitable (and not by long) without offering much additional comfort/ improvement.

Leia used to stay at the bottom of the hill I stay on. She'd be put out each morning by her human, and then wait for their return into the evening. As I had no shortage of Eva treats coming back from the shops, I'd occasionally give her chicken slices if I saw her. When I was really lazy (or had no treats on me), I'd let her follow me up and feed her out the front. She met my Eva a couple of times, and had snuck in on one occasion and happily had a nap on my lap. 3 weeks after Eva died, Leia raced past me and had to be removed with all the clawing and hissing she was well known for. On her reconnaissance raid, she'd spotted the cat flap and that was about that.

She quickly moved from being Lodger Cat to being the heart of the household. Four years with her really isn't enough. Her tail is almost a separate sentience, and it's important to see how it's doing, regardless of what the purring (if you've been really deserving) cat attached to it is up to.

Leia enjoying Legion World back in 2017:-

Strength to you, thoth.

Sorry to hear about Leia. Bobby, Misty and I are with you during this time.

Sorry to hear that Thoth. Losing our smaller furry companions is never easy.

You are in my thoughts and prayers, Thoth. Hugs.

I'm sorry, thoth.

But you're her (most excellent) human dad, and you've got to do what's right for her. She can't make that decision herself.

So sorry for you and Leia. Such a feeling of helplessness. The same thing took my Comet last year, there was just nothing to be done that wouldn't have made him more miserable.

Love the story of how she just moved in with you.

Sorry to hear about that thoth. I'm going through a very similar situation right now with this guy, so I know your pain

big hugs, thoth and Reboot

If either of you wants to talk feel free to message me

Thanks everyone. Your support really helps. And my thoughts are with you too reboot. Leia is still active enough to get into bed, and go up on tables, so I've held off for a week, and I'm just taking it day by day with her.

Enjoy the times with them Thoth and Reboot.

So sorry to hear about Leia issues, Thoth. I had a kitten / cat named Leia (who looked a little like yours actually) and I didn't have near-enough time with her either.

Sadly, Leia has now gone. Although she was declining, she was still active, and survived longer than I thought as we took it day by day. I'm glad she got those extra weeks to be comfy in bed, get her rubs and seeing her dozing in the sunshine, inside on the windowsills and out in her favourite spots.

I'll miss: the sentient tail with all its quirks, being a cat pillow overnight with her on my chest and shoulder, knowing that any movement would make her go off in a huff, the satisfaction that she didn't like anyone else except me and made it very clear, her status as ruler of all the cats in the area, all her favourite toys and games (then ignoring all the bought ones for a piece of string and a cardboard box), pandering to her mood, adventure trails on bin nights, videos with string in them, her amazing coat with all its colours, earning those purrs, watching her move around the garden to make the most of every sunny day, catching up on reading with her stretched on my shins (although reading in bed was out, as she would always jump up for attention in the first paragraph) and so much more.

goodbye princess.

I am so very sorry, thothy

I'm so sorry, thoth.

What a charmer she was! May your heart heal soon.

Sorry Thoth. Glad you had those few extra weeks or days with her.

He'll probably have been mentioned in a number of posts, but here's a picture of Teddy.

Teddy enjoys being the centre of the universe, solving all those pesky astronomical and philosophical queries humans have been having. Other hobbies include nomming, being on laps, going for walks and being an adorable rascal.

This is a pic from April last year.

Teddy is both regal and adorable. That pose just commands respect!