Sorry to hear of the death this past weekend of Kate Worley, who wrote many things but is probably best known for a wonderful comic called Omaha the Cat Dancer. Lately, the good news that she was writing new episodes (to be drawn by Omaha's superb artist, Reed Waller) was ruined by the word that Kate had cancer, that it had gotten progressively worse, and that she and husband James Vance had severe financial problems on top of that little concern. I did not know Kate well except through her work, which was amazingly filled with humanity, humor and intra-personal understanding. Omaha was a cat who worked as a stripper, displaying a fine homo sapien form, and I always suspected that some who bought the early issues for the nekkid-type pictures were surprised by (and snagged into returning by) a very beguiling, insightful storyline. How much of that was autobiographical, I am in no position to say. But it all sure read like it had happened, if not to Kate, then to someone. If those books ever come back into print or if you stumble across old ones in bookshop, do not hesitate to purchase.