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Cat Monday

Cadigan

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Cat Monday

Cadigan

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Cat Monday

Cadigan

Cat Monday

Cadigan
“Did you know that, with proper preparation, a human corpse could supply a standard cat with food for almost two months? By the way, we’re out of gooshy food. Keep that in mind when you come home.”

Cat Monday

Cadigan
“As if I need to tell you my contempt for you.”

Cat Monday

Cadigan
“With a glare like this, who needs explosives?”

Cat Monday

Cadigan
“I have become death, the destroyer of worlds. Now get me hummus.”

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Cat Monday

Cadigan

Cat Monday

Cadigan

It’s no stretch to say that Cadigan is one of the stranger cats I’ve ever known. It’s even less of a stretch to say that while Cadigan tolerates me as a source for food and clean catboxes, she’s the Czarina’s cat. She comes running to the garage door when the Czarina comes home, she begs for the Czarina to play with her, and she sleeps in the Czarina’s armpit whenever possible. At least she’s not as big as some other cats to share our lives: if she were a fifteen-kilo monster like a few from my recent past, she’d cut off blood circulation to an extremity.

My real regret in all of this is that Cadigan is incredibly camera-shy in situations where I need proof of odd behavior. She has a tendency to grab a rear paw with her two front paws and rub her face with her rear foot. She’s absolutely obsessed with being able to get into one closet and being locked in, and as we’re heading off for shows, we have to check that closet to make sure we don’t leave her sans food and water for the day. Best of all, she uses her purr as a weapon. When I roll over in my sleep and get too close, she starts a very loud and buzzing purr, not out of glee in realizing that a readily available source of heat moved closer, but as a warning much like that used by rattlesnakes to warn clumsy cattle of what awaits them if they keep moving closer. This rattle-purr isn’t endearing. It’s actually a little scary, especially when something that loud comes from a cat this small.

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Cat Monday

Cadigan

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Cat Monday

Cadigan

Cat Monday

Cadigan

“Oh, you have to go to bed because you have to get up in the morning? Let me look around for a bit, because I have to find the world’s smallest violin, just for you.”

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Cat Monday

Cadigan

Cat Monday

Cadigan

“It’s Monday. I don’t even.”

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Cat Monday

Leiber

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Cat Monday

Cadigan

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Cat Monday

Leiber

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Cat Monday

Cadigan

Cat Monday

Leiber

More subtlety, more grace.

Cat Monday

Cadigan
Cats: grace, refinement, and subtlety, even when sleeping.