Five: Pardon, Shadow?

So since the first few pages of this (or more) are all full of "Going to San Diego" stuff, I think I can spare this post and focus on just the top left corner...my long lost cat. 
   Shadow. Shads. The Shadmeister. Ok so I never actually called him that but thinking back on it, I probably should have. Shadow was the most loyal of all the little furry creatures in the land that was my home, the kinda cat that ran to you every time you snapped your fingers and never pulled that sassy "too good to be pet" bullshit. Anyway, one fateful day my family packed up and moved out of our little outskirts abode and crossed town to los suburbs, Shadow packed quietly into a little cardboard cat carrier in the backseat. Now I'm not exaggerating, THE SECOND we pulled up into our spankin' new driveway, this all-of-a-sudden ravaging, satanic ball of fur somehow acquired the strength of 7,000 pissed-off cats on creatine and literally burst through the side of this cardboard box screaming and sprinted away. Never to be seen again. Though I have a vague suspicion he is still lurking around Marseille causing a ruckus, tearing through people's walls at high speeds no doubt.