What was with the 1940's and guys wearing short pants? I'm not trying to get all Seduction of the Innocent on you, but come on! Not only does that look guarantee non-comic geeks would make fun of you for reading it, but it has no practical application. And did these guys shave their legs? The older I get, the more disturbing this becomes.
Meanwhile, check out the pitch on the inside cover:
Get that? No expense has been spared!
Okay, does anyone not understand that these are just drawings? You could draw a picture of me taking a whiz off the Eiffel Tower, but that doesn't mean you have to buy me a ticket to Gay Pareeeeee! What kind of expense are we talking about?
Okay, the rest of that was a micro-fiche, and I almost went blind trying to read it, so let's jump ahead to issue #4:
Okay, did everyone get that? He got his powers by "constant association" with cats.
You know, because he was raised by them. Like Tarzan was raised by apes, which made a lot more sense, but I'm not here to judge.
Although in applying the same logic, this means I'll be drinking out of the toilet bowl by noon tomorrow, because there are more dogs in my house than people. I'm just saying.
And they ran with this notion that you could physically become like a cat through some kind of osmosis:
Yup. He can leap straight up like a cat.
I might have been willing to let that one slide, because he's arguably just mimicking what he saw cats do.
And then, as comics are want to do, they push me too far:
Okay, I don't care how much time he spent slapping around a catnip mouse with Fluffy and her pals, there is no way you're going to develop the ability to see in the dark. It is simply not going to happen.
And then we go for the gusto:
Yes, he learned to leap large distances and land on his feet by association.
And then, like a cat, he learned to... punch people in the face. Like a cat.
CAT-PUNCH!.... or something.
Okay, enough of this. I'll see you tomorrow!