NEWS: Cat Inks 1.25 Million Dollar Book Deal

CULTURE: Cat Inks 1.25 Million Dollar Book Deal

I had to check this story out a few times. Surely, it’s too late for April Fool’s Day jokes, right? Besides, The New York Times is a reputable paper; they’d never print a bogus story. So, I suppose I have to believe my eyes.

The story of Dewey, a rescued orange tabby cat who lived for 19 years in an Iowa library, has just been sold for 1.25 million dollars. Unbelievable.

Marley & Me, published in 2005 was a surprise best-seller, with over 1.85 million copies sold. Its advance, however, was a measely 200,000 dollars. Silly dogs couldn’t negotiate a book deal if they tried! Dewey’s story will have to sell more that 250,000 copies for the contract to pay off.

So, does this mean that Dewey is going to able to step up to some Fancy Feast and will he be in catnip for the rest of his life? Sadly, no. Dewey (full name: Dewey Readmore Books) will not be able to enjoy the largesse of his contract, since he died last November. One of the small-town librarians who adopted him, Vicki Myer, will be writing the memoir and cashing the fat check. As great as it is for her, one wonders if the publishing company could have spread the wealth around a bit.

(PointBlank, for one, will never mock cat ladies again!)

Wow, a cat living in a library...for 19 years. This will fucking ROCK.

A CAT

A LIBRARY

THIS SUMMER

ARE

YOU

READY?

***LIBRARYCAT***

^ I lol'd

holy shit. somebody get me peter mcguigan's phone number. I have a grapefruit sitting on my counter, and I can totally write a story about it. I can do a sequel too, maybe about this bug I saw once.

wow....

Fuck that, dude. I had a GOLDFISH, once, and it lived TWO YEARS. That's like... five hundred in goldfish years!

Money. In. The. Bank.

I have some italian beef in my fridge I made a year and a half ago, but we've got nothing to say to each other.

I just choked. That should so have been the picture-header caption.

Awesome!

ahaha seriously

amended:
IN UR LIBERRY WRITN UR BOOKS

I lol'd.

Two years? I'll see your two years and present you with my goldfish that my brother and I got at a carnival for knocking over pins that lived eight years.

Oh yeah.

Freshly made just for you Tuffy...

If that was the title of the book, instead of the intensely boring mouthful that is "Dewey, a Small Town, a Library and the World's Most Beloved Cat," I might just have to buy it.

holy motherfucking shit. that cat better have super-motherfucking-powers or could drive a car or SOMETHING, because Spencer is only slightly less boring than where i grew up, a couple counties north and west.

maybe Dewey meowed in Iambic Pentameter and shit out Shakespearean sonnets, or something.

lOl. lucky kitty.

Now I miss my kitty. Super bowl Sunday marked the end of her 19 years.

TOONCES!