Cats Sleep on SFF: Cone of Shame

Lurkertype sent a medical update:

Not sleeping on any, but here’s the long-suffering and over-priced TK, whom Filers rallied around to the tune of about $1300 (Sadly, the tune goes on for several more verses, between $6 and $7K). Thank you so much for the money and the messages of support, regardless of donations.

Please enjoy the maximum humiliation of Cone of Shame, shaved forearm, and giant bald tummy/udder. I wanted to make sure you guys got your money’s worth.

He’s off painkillers, no longer hiding in the closet, getting bored, and the cone comes off Wednesday along with the last of the antibiotics.


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Cats Sleep on SFF: Doctor’s Orders by Diane Duane

Robin Reid brings us —

The second of our three SJW credentials on sf! (Same bed, different cat).

We won’t be able to get the third who is semi-feral because the only image we’d be likely to get of her would be that of a chubby calico departing the room hurriedly!


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Cats Sleep on SFF: Mindjammer

BravoLimaPoppa3 here —

— with my SJW credential, Lola the cockapoo. She’s 8 lbs of love that only seems to meet friends, and a lot different than my usual 60+ lbs of Bouvier Des Flandres. Seems to lack a Bouvier’s bleak and dark sense of humor for one.

Anyway, she’s sleeping “on” 2 RPGs (Mindjammer and Sufficiently Advanced 2nd ed.) 2 favorites (Tuf Voyaging and The Quantum Thief) and one in progress A Succession of Bad Days.


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Cats Sleep on SFF: The Empire Strikes Back

Von Dimpleheimer returns to those thrilling days of yesteryear:

I can’t answer the call to provide more photos of cats on SFF, but what about cats on SFF fans during the Golden Age of SF–when they were 12? Whiskey passed away decades ago, the couch and VHS tapes (one of which was The Empire Strikes Back) are long gone, but I still have the blanket that my mother made from my childhood t-shirts.

P.S. Judging from the box of tissues and that I was lying on the couch with a pillow and blanket, I must have had a cold. Sadly, I do not recall that applying a cat to the torso hastened my recovery. But such a potentially groundbreaking medical treatment should not be dismissed from one data point, so I recommend Filers test it for themselves.


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Cats Sleep on SFF: Hearts of Tabat

Cat Rambo agreed with my idea for publicizing her new book Hearts of Tabat. As for her cat —

Taco says she is somewhat dubious about all of this.

Help convince Taco — pick up a copy soon!

In Tabat, Beasts — magical creatures like dryads, minotaurs, and centaurs — question a social order forcing them into its lowest level. Adelina Nettlepurse, scholar and secret owner of Spinner Press, watches the politics and intrigue with interest, only to be drawn into its heart by a dangerous text and a wholly unsuitable love affair with a man well below her station. When Adelina’s best friend and former lover, glamorous and charming gladiator Bella Kanto, is convicted of sorcery and exiled, the city of Tabat undergoes increasing turmoil as even the weather changes to reflect the confusion and loss of one of its most beloved heroes.


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