Ugh. Talking about this strip has started feeling like telling someone about my most boring dreams. "So I was outside saying goodbye to this guy, who was chasing ghosts through upstate New York on horseback or something, and then suddenly I was inside wearing a different shirt, and I was holding this cat squirrel thing I guess? And I was saying it couldn't sit on my lap, and it wasn't, it was just kind of floating there, but then suddenly I was sitting down and it WAS on my lap? And I was demanding it catch me a mouse? I don't know. Is this boring you?"