How to care for cats — and how to kill them

[Dave Monroe]

The New Yorker has always had a peculiar affinity with cats, perhaps
because they have a lot in common — an elegance, an abhorrence of
sentimentality and an innate sense of superiority. The Big New Yorker
Book of Cats is full of cats and owners, each holding one another at
arm’s length and peering through invisible lorgnettes.

Pulitzer prizewinner Susan Sheehan writes about a tabby cat called
Pynchon, owned by the proprietor of a Manhattan bookshop. Pynchon, who
for unspecified reasons arrived in New York ‘with no front claws’, is
fond of listening to classical music on the radio and regularly
attends meetings of the James Joyce Society at the shop. However, he
seems to have little in common with his namesake, being both unusually
gregarious and enormously fat. Indeed at the annual cat show at
Madison Square Garden, Pynchon was judged to be so overweight that he
was in imminent danger of developing diabetes.

http://www.spectator.co.uk/books/9092441/the-big-new-yorker-big-book-of-cats-foreword-by-anthony-lane/
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