Your cat, as the hero of a bound storybook.

A hardcover storybook in which the cat is the named protagonist. Illustrated illustrated for this one book. Matte-printed.

You know the small ceremonies the cat is the centre of.

The small ceremonies are the proof. She arrives at the kitchen window at six a.m. She inspects the doorway at noon. She returns to the cushion in the corner at four. She conducts a slow patrol of the apartment at midnight that the household, in its sleep, depends on. These are not features of a cat in the abstract; these are the features of your cat, in this apartment, on this Tuesday.

What she has not been given, anywhere, by anyone, is a book that takes those ceremonies seriously. A bound, hardcover, matte-printed book in which her name is on the cover and her small daily routine is the plot. We make that book. We sign it at the colophon. We send it to her, technically; we send it to you.

What the press will set down for one cat.

You tell us her name, her colour, three habits, the nickname only you use at three a.m., the small noise she makes at the can opener. Juno writes the quest — the night patrol, the kitchen window, the slow inspection. She is illustrated for this one book. The book is hardcover, with a colophon at the back, in a plain box. She is on the cover, painted, named.

She does not wear a costume on the page. She is rendered as she is — the cat at the centre of the household, taken at the household's word, painted with the press's regular care. The book reads the way you have, in private, been describing her for years.

Eighty-five dollars. One edition. Your cat, in print.

The book arrives in a plain box. She will sit on the plain box. She will inspect the spine. She will, possibly, sit on the open book. You will read the cover out loud and she will pretend not to be listening. The household has, on the shelf, the thing it had been looking for.


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