So, my soon-to-be-wife and I are chowing down at our favorite restaurant in Seattle, the Georgetown Liquor Company. I'm having a pint of beer and the Frac (field roast, brie, apricot chutney, awesomeness) and she's having the Tofurkey melt. We're in heaven, because even though Seattle claims to be "veg friendly" (which, compared to, say, Kansas City, it is), it's lacking in the "big, greasy, American, veggie sammich" department. But we're there, eating and drinking and fawning over pictures of our new kitten, Padgett, when the owner of Georgetown Liquor Company, Jim Edgar, comes over and says "Cute cat" and begins chatting it up about how his other job involves cats. "What do you do?" we ask. "Oh, I'm a humor writer," he says modestly. "I wrote a book called Bad Cat."
Holy shit! Did anyone else know this? If you're not familiar with Bad Cat, it was #1 on the New York Times Bestsellers list. It's a book of photos of cats doing crazy shit, with clever captions accompanying each (Example: a wild-eyed drunk-looking cat says: "Next round's on me, Stan!") Hilarious! Anyway...the place ruled before, but it rules even more now that we know Edgar is the author of the best coffee table book on cats ever.