Cats Sleep on SFF: Julia

Andy says: “So delighted to receive Sandra Newman’s Julia, been wanting to read this ever since I heard about it.”

Also, lying by the side of Andy’s copy is Pippin, a domestic ginger cat, paying homage to the book.


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Cats Sleep on SFF: Umar

Dale Nelson says —

No sf books in sight here; but I mentioned this picture in a comment on the current picture (cat with Tolkien book).  There was no reason to think she really was feeling the weight of the world, but it sure looks that way to me (but bearing up all the same). If you think your readers would like to see the picture, here it is. This was taken not very long before the end of Umar’s life, though if cats have nine of those, I don’t know which one she had arrived at.


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Cats Sleep on SFF: Mr Raoul in the Library

Cyril Simsa writes:

I thought you might enjoy this picture of our Mr Raoul dozing away a snowy afternoon in my work room in Prague.  It’s true that, strictly speaking, the genre element is somewhat missing, but it’s clear that Mr Raoul does appreciate the value of a good reference library and that he perfectly understands its primary function is for sleeping.  Anyway, hope you like it. 


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Cats Sleep on SFF: Shards of Earth

Michelle Morrell calls cats and books “Two of my favorite things!”


Loki is the tabby, our dim but sweet bruiser. He has tried to jump through a few too many closed windows in his life and it shows. He is part Maine Coon and weighs more than a bowling ball, which becomes obvious when he gets the zoomies and sounds like one rolling down the stairs at 2 a.m.


Pumpkin, aka Fuzzbutt, aka Miss Priss (RIP) was our calico queen, she ruled with an iron paw and was a stone cold killer, the scourge of the rodent world. 


Pips (short for Pipsqueak) is the tuxedo, the old man of the house. He’s 16 and can still beat out every other cat at speed when he hears that it’s food time. He has mad stealth skills and is relentless in pursuing his main passion … eating. 

Zero is the black cat, the baby of the family. She’s 100% attitude and lip, and will follow us around letting us know at full volume every injustice perpetrated by the other cats. She likes to hide in dark places and in piles of black clothing so she can scare the heck out of anyone tripping her proximity alarm. 


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Cats Sleep on SFF: The Kuiper Belt Job

Liz Coleman ushers us into the royal presence of the Extremely Dignified House Princess, Cara Mia, lounging on a copy of David D. Levine’s book, The Kuiper Belt Job. (Would a tummy rub be welcome, or an act of lèse-majesté?)


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