You know, Cats, I am starting to worry about you again. Not your health, either. It's just that in your absence and with all the struggle you've been through we've got you on a bit of a pedestal now. I have heard you called "blessed one", "the one who brought Mudcat together as a community", shoot I even prayed for you on the night before your operation. In Public.

It's not that I don't think the world of you, but we are all in a kind of awe of you right now, like you were Moses coming down from the mountain. And, well Hell, Catspaw I don't think you'd be too comfortable with that kind of adulation. So look here, this is what we need: some hilarious but crude condom joke, or one of your famous x-rated Oklahoma parodies, or some stream-of-consciousness tiple Neil Young Hunter S Thompsonesque flight of fantasy that leaves us blushing w/ embarrassment while scratching our heads and laughing out loud. It would break the ice as surely as Jesus ripping a fart at the Last Supper.

And don't let me pressure you.I know you've got some warming up to do. But when you are ready- Cut loose!

Sincerely, LEJ