Vote over at TWC and you can see a panel from next Tuesday's page, because I'm ahead for once! Man, I fought this page so hard. I went from three top panels to four, because the rhythm seemed off leading up to shoving her hand in the bag. I'm like, 90% happy with this page, and I'm just going to roll with it. I think it works overall. The obvious alternative to shoving your hands in a bag would be shoving them in your arm pits, and this seems at least slightly more dignified. Vincent, as usual, just doesn't react at all. A semi truck could be barreling towards him and he might look mildly surprised. Thank you for all the birthday wishes last week! I would continue to ramble on, but I had to wake up extra early to take my cat to the vet this morning, and I'm about to fall asleep on my desk. My cat is mostly fine. Lucy is my oldest cat, somewhere between 11 and 15 years old (a big range for a cat, but whatev), and she likely had a stroke some time recently. She's tilting a bit to the right, but she seems to be improving. Short of driving her an hour and a half down to Purdue and forking over big money for a kitty MRI, we won't really know. I'm hoping she hangs in another couple years. Lucy has looked like death has been knocking on her door practically since I adopted her, so I'd like to think she's staying alive just to spite the universe at this point.