One Day This Cat Will Find Me and Rip Out My Throat
Posted on February 10, 2007 Posted by John Scalzi 17 Comments
Why? Because every time its owners get another book of mine, they celebrate by humiliating their cat with bacon. To wit:
This follows this previous encounter involving this cat, my books, and bacon. Make no mistake, this cat will have its revenge. I mean, look at its expression. It’s all laugh while you can, monkey boy. Sadly for it, even if it were to kill me now, there’s already at least one other novel into the publishers, and a total of three new books yet to be released if the owners are truly ambitious.
So, yes, Mr. Cat. Kill me if you must. But know that my bony writing hand will reach out from the grave to drape you with bacon yet again! You might as well let me live.
Oh shoot I am soooo buying bacon. bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon and then you’ll be so sorry, kitty.
With my cat I call this look – “If I were ten feet tall, I would be eating your entrails right now.”
Totally off topic:
I love the new layout.
Secondly, according to the multi-verse theory, you have already been slayed by bacon cat.
Hopefully you will not suffer the same fate and be wtfpwned by a feline quadruped in this reality.
/sad.
You’ve already set up some kind of proxy to do your dirty bacon work, haven’t you? Like Andy Kaufman arranging for Tony Clifton impersonators to tour after they stuck him in the ground.
If John is willing to host a few more pictures, then I would challenge the rest of you to send in your Sagan Diary pictures the same way we all did with The Ghost Brigades.
From a personal standpoint, I was immensely pleased with the quality of this book when it arrived, and I’m planning to dig into it with great gusto on Sunday afternoon.
I feel especially lucky to be a small part of this community, and I hope you all do as well.
Off topic question: Whatever happened to all the wonderful posts linked from here? I try to click on them, but it says they’ve been eaten by zombies. :-( I have southerners to taunt, dangit!
John, it’s even more of an homage than it seems: that’s a bacon tiara.
Can a commemorative plaque-cum-cheese board be far behind?
How did you get the bacon to stand up so straight?
Someone should put this cat up on
http://www.stuffonmycat.com/
The good thing, Scalzi, is that cats, according to TSA rule, still can’t purchase thier own tickets or fly unattended. Also, cats tend to have limited scopes of perception, except when it comes to the latest in physics. They’re all over that stuff.
Huh. I got my copy of The Sagan Diary in the mail yesterday (though by the time I saw it, it was way late at night), and NOT ONCE did thoughts of cats or bacon in any combination cross my mind. I have to conclude that I am not fit company to post in these comments. Except to note as such. And if I feel like it later on (because I am such a frequent poster).
Though I would like to say: very moving little book. Devoured it twice despite the fact that it was way past my bedtime. And my name’s in there! w00t!
Huh. I got my copy of The Sagan Diary in the mail yesterday (though by the time I saw it, it was way late at night), and NOT ONCE did thoughts of cats or bacon in any combination cross my mind. I have to conclude that I am not fit company to post in these comments. Except to note as such. And if I feel like it later on (because I am such a frequent poster).
Though I would like to say: very moving little book. Devoured it twice despite the fact that it was way past my bedtime. And my name’s in there! w00t!
Huh. I got my copy of The Sagan Diary in the mail yesterday (though by the time I saw it, it was way late at night), and NOT ONCE did thoughts of cats or bacon in any combination cross my mind. I have to conclude that I am not fit company to post in these comments. Except to note as such. And if I feel like it later on (because I am such a frequent poster).
Though I would like to say: very moving little book. Devoured it twice despite the fact that it was way past my bedtime. And my name’s in there! w00t!
Huh. I got my copy of The Sagan Diary in the mail yesterday (though by the time I saw it, it was way late at night), and NOT ONCE did thoughts of cats or bacon in any combination cross my mind. I have to conclude that I am not fit company to post in these comments. Except to note as such. And if I feel like it later on (because I am such a frequent poster).
Though I would like to say: very moving little book. Devoured it twice despite the fact that it was way past my bedtime. And my name’s in there! w00t!
I’m grinning over the Buckaroo Banzai reference. I was beginning to think I was the only one who appreciated calling someone “monkey boy.”
“The good thing, Scalzi, is that cats, according to TSA rule, still can’t purchase thier own tickets or fly unattended.”
Unless, that is, they’re beneficiaries of some DHS pork project.
Oh, sure, John. You can make BB references but restrict us from doing so. Hypocrite! ;)
Steve Buchheit said, “Also, cats tend to have limited scopes of perception, except when it comes to the latest in physics. They’re all over that stuff.”
This particular form of curiosity is one of the sorts that is more lkely to kill them. Or not. It’s hard to tell.