One night, as I slept with my window open, my upstairs neighbor’s cat crept down the fire escape, opened my mouth and proceeded to saw through my tender, coated tongue with an old, rusty hacksaw. I awoke in seething pain just in time to catch the rascal by the tail. So curious it was to me that a cat could wield a hacksaw with such stealth and precision! In a dazzling display of incomprehensible gibberish, I thanked my furry pal for inspiring me with what seemed to be the idea for a sure-fire Threadless print. Baffled, the cat reluctantly returned the severed organ, and helped me stitch it back in with a traveling sewing kit. I may speak with a funny lisp now, but I say the following from the bottom of my heart: “I love you, Threadleth!”