It’s not my title, but the title of a great Tumblr featuring cool, mostly B & W photos of writers and poets with their cats. I wanted to feature this color photo of William S. Burroughs because it features a calico!
Whoever says writing is a solitary occupation is hiding something, at least any writer with a cat. These photos could make me weep–Sartre with a cat in his lap? Beckett, in a bare apartment, kneeling down to call two cats?
Any cat owner who writes, or reads, or does anything sitting down for that matter, knows that a cat is all over it all the time. Literally.
Which one is your favorite?