And Honey, I've missed you... (Updated)

As a white, male, American het­ero­sexu­al approach­ing the age of 50 (don’t worry, I’m not gonna whine about how I’m oppressed) I have a sim­ul­tan­eously dim and vivid memory of how Anne Francis’ por­tray­al of super-hot female spy, detect­ive, um—whatever-the-hell-she-was-except-she-had-a-skintight-head-to-toe-turtleneck-jumpsuit-and-a-pet-ocelot—Honey West was an, ahem, form­at­ive exper­i­ence for my hor­mon­ally under­developed self dur­ing the 1965–66 sea­son that Ms. West had a tele­vi­sion series named for her. Just scored the VCI four-disc set of the com­plete series (def­in­itely the first, and likely the last, DVD set with the copy “From Executive Producer Aaron Spelling” on its box that I’ll ever spend money on), and will report back later as to wheth­er the thrill has gone, or not. Or not. I don’t wanna get too self-indulgent, after all…

UPDATE: Having just dipped into the set I have to say it does not dis­ap­point. Francis is, um, sassy. And the half-hour format neces­sit­ates a lot of plot com­pres­sion, so man are these epis­odes brisk. Quite a treas­ure trove for a vari­ety of cult­ists, as Michael J. Pollard, Joe Don Baker, Ray Danton, and oth­er such fig­ures turn up in guest spots; Ida Lupino dir­ects one epis­ode. I had for­got­ten Honey’s pet ocelot was named Bruce. He’s adorable. 

UPDATE: I grant the com­menter Mr. Dayoub his wish below the jump. 

This is an “Oh hai” shot if I ever saw one…