This morning, I woke up and our youngest cat, Mango, was sitting in between the two of us. I looked over and she was just staring at Tracey. She did this for five minutes or so. Not moving. Not seeking affection. Just…staring. I worry about our cats sometimes. What are they plotting? What kind of nefarious schemes are they up to?

Then our other cat appeared on the opposite side, shoved her nose against my arm and just sat there, expecting a massage. She didn’t move. She just stood there, her cold, wet face pressed against my arm in the hopes of getting some love. I soon realized our cats aren’t so smart after all.

I follow an account called The Spinner Rack on Twitter. The only thing this account does is post the covers of various comic books that came out on that particular day throughout the 70s, 80s, and 90s. I don’t know how I found this account, but I liked the covers that they would post, as they reminded me of my childhood.