Cats Sleep on SFF: And dream perhaps of transcendence

Ken Richards offers this photo as a memorial:

Here is Butters, who we farewelled tonight, aged 15 and a bit, considering whether he should upload himself into Ken McLeod’s Corporation Wars.

We will miss him.


Photos of other cats (or whatever you’ve got!) resting on genre works are welcome. Send to mikeglyer (at) cs (dot) com

9 thoughts on “Cats Sleep on SFF: And dream perhaps of transcendence

  1. My condolences on the loss of your beloved companion, Ken. May your good memories lighten grief.

  2. Thanks to all Filers for your kind messages. Butters was a most affectionate kitty. He would greet us when we returned home with a gentle ‘Prrrt’, then flop on his side and roll over to present his tummy for a rub. I always love a cat which allows a tummy rub. Butters was taught to hop through a hoop or our arms before being fed, and he did it with aplomb until he was 14, and found the hopping more difficult. a truly singular cat.

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