Look at this 1957 press photo of Sinclair Lewis. Now look at his cat. Closely. If you need to, right-click the photo, open it in a new tab, and zoom in on the faces. See what I’m talking about? They’re the same person. Yet the cats in his novels fare so poorly. Self-loathing, perhaps.
“Features cat” isn’t an attribute we see mentioned with any regularity – never, that I’m aware of – in publishers’ catalogs or library databases. Not where books intended for adult readers are concerned. We exclude for purposes of this conversation the kittens-with-mittens subgenre. Google “cats in literature,” and you’ll find the Cheshire Cat, of course, […]
