I popped into a thrift store in my neighborhood (that cavernous place on Driggs at N 7th) and found two wooden frames that suited me (and my poor, abandoned prints) quite well.
I'm planning on switching out the black frames as soon as I find replacements. And Mr. Wolf needs a mat like a kitten needs a monocle. (Read: very, very much.)
The Harry and the Potters glow-in-the-dark screenprint FINALLY sees the light of day over my kitchen table. Why yes, that IS a Dark Mark imprinted in the stars.
The other part of my animal portrait set is hanging out on my dresser until I can move him to the couch wall.
Who knows, I might even vacuum the floor soon. Sky's the limit.