The movie lets out. Cattimus is jazzed. The flick was everything he could have hoped for...

But Beartram's upset about the non-state of their non-friendship. As always Bertie, master of nonverbal communication, lay out his concerns.

Cattimus responds in his usual manner: he bolts. You'd think he's a long distance runner, but Beartram's top speed is about 4 MPH. Mrs. Gato-Negro can outrun Bertie on a good day.

Barely noticed--and censored--a dirty word before this went up. There's an "unclean" version with the filthy swear, if you're Mature enough that is...

(pencil, black ink pen)