I have dedicated several hours of time to the search for an image. It is a fairly well-done pencil sketch of a woman wearing a plastic tiger muzzle, possibly in pounce-ready repose. The image haunts my dreams and remains beyond my research abilities. I have seen it, here and elsewhere, and it exists. It does. The cold’s been nipping at my heels as I move from couch to bed at night. The cat-nose woman invites me to stretch and curl before the fire.