I hadn’t planned on blogging about this today, but when Lauren suggested it, I felt free to gush. As I think most everyone knows, I’m a bit of a crazy cat person. And I like books. Growing up, our house was equally full of cats and books. I distinctly remember reading one of my favorite books of all time, A Castle in the Attic, while my cat, Bingo, was curled up in my lap. Bingo also kept me company on the nights that I read A House With a Clock in Its Walls, when I’d become convinced there was a ticking inside our walls. He’d curl his body right around my head, his nose in my ear, purring away. His jet-engine purring, right in my ear, drowned out any ticking and put me fast to sleep.
Cassius Claw, who lived with us in Brooklyn, loved to help me edit. By which I mean he loved to lie right on top of whatever I was reading. Or if I was on the computer, he would slowly walk across the keyboard, tail swishing in my face. I like to think he was just opinionated about the work–he was opinionated about everything else, so it wouldn’t be a surprise. I really miss having a cat in the house, but with a terribly allergic partner, we’re at a bit of an impasse. So I enjoy meeting cats out in the world.
Which brings me to the point of this blog entry, a really adorable story over at NYU Local about bookstore cats in NYC. There are cute pictures, sweet cats, and some happy (and sad) tales. It reminded me of one of my favorite LA bookstores, Skylight Books, which has a great cat, Franny. She might be one of the reasons I keep returning there, despite the story being across town. Well, that and a knowledgable staff and great curation.
Is anyone else out there both a crazy cat and book person? Or am I the only one with cat hair in my old books?