A gift for the person whose cat is, quietly, the household.

A hardcover storybook about the cat who patrols the kitchen at three a.m. A hardcover, matte-printed, with a colophon at the back.

A cat-lover gift should not be a t-shirt with whiskers.

A cat lover has been handed the t-shirt, the keychain, the mug with whiskers, and the dishtowel with three cartoon cats on it. They have accepted these gifts politely. What they have not been given, by anyone in their life, is a hardcover book about the actual cat at the centre of their actual house. We make the book. It has the cat's name on the spine.

A cat lover knows their cat at the level of breath — which window in the morning, which chair after dinner, which person on the couch she will sit next to and which person she will quietly refuse. The book holds those details. It puts them in long sentences. It gives the cat the literary register a cat lover knows the cat deserves.

The cat, painted, named, matte-printed on the cover.

You give us her name. You give us three small habits — the kitchen window at six a.m., the cushion she has flattened over four years, the noise she makes at the sound of the can opener. Juno writes the story. She is illustrated in our register: made for this one book, careful, recognisable. The book is hardcover, in a plain box.

The portrait is a painted likeness, not photographic. We promise a recognisable likeness, not a reproduction. The cat will look like herself. We will not make her look like every other tabby on the breed page. The press attends to the small private things about her, because those are the things the buyer is asking us to set down.

Eighty-five dollars. One edition. One named cat.

The book arrives in a plain box in roughly two weeks. They open it. They go quiet for a moment. They turn to the page about the kitchen window. They will not say anything for a while. That is the correct response to the book. The cat will, of course, sit on the book.


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