Will Phillip Roth regret his decision never to write another novel? Will he miss what after all has been the central focus in his life for many, many years? Will he begin to write stories on the back of napkins in coffee shops? Will he secret little scraps in his pockets and pay some child to reassemble them? (One of my favorite scene in Argo was the hiring of  poor children with tiny hands to reassemble photographs of embassy employees that had been shredded )

Do I miss my 35 years of doing Sylvia six days a week? I’m not sure. Let’s start with what I don’t miss. I don’t miss the difficult task of transmuting a political situation into a set up and then an ironic retort from Sylvia. Very rarely did a political commentary on an event spring full-blown onto the page. It was a matter of writing and rewriting.  What I do miss is drawing cats saying whiney irritating things. They come to me now, crowding my head with their constant demands. I have created a panel to put these thoughts down. I didn’t want to draw it. It took a long time, but here it is, and I will bring fresh ones to you every once in a while. Don’t nag me. I’ve been nagged at by masters.