All's Quiet On The Flea Front

Having been nursed back to health after suffering crippling cases of trench paw, Colonel Whiskers and Sergeant Piddles bid farewell to the kindly First Aid Nursing Yeomanry aides before scurrying back to the front line, where they met their demise with lungs full of mustard gas.

Our Boy Friday

Jeeves, to Price Albert Hall by way of Trafalgar Square, and don't skimp on the accelerator, old man. Lady Pussywillow is expecting us at 9:00 on the nose.

The Eyes

Gatsby Jr. surveyed the fenders of his newest automobile before jetting off from West Egg to The Big Apple for a night of speakeasy hopping and midnight kibble snacking.