A novel for your cat, written in its native language. The word “meow” repeated over 80,000 times, to rapturous effect.
Publisher’s description:
“Meow meow meow meow meow, meow. Meow meow meow meow. Meow? Meow.”
So begins Sam Austen’s searing debut novel: an expansive, stream-of-consciousness fusillade decipherable only by cats, which may very well be a raucous, cogent satire laying waste to the literary establishment and the concept of language itself.
Or it may not.
Here, the experts weigh in:
“Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow meow meow, meow meow, meow. Meow meow.”
– Professor Beans, Unaltered Domestic Shorthair
“Meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow! Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.”
– Constable Stubbs, Breed Indeterminate
“Meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow. Meow, meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.”
-Cuddle Princess, Devon Rex (very affectionate!)
“Meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow. Meow meow meow meow meow meow.”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky
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