The Cat Who Started Chewing on Her Owner’s Corpse Until the Neighbors Noticed the Smell

Or
The Cat Who Buried its Owner
(Deferred adulation for Monty)

Or
The Cat Who Pawed at the Dead Body Disinteresedly Until the Coroner Took it Away
(Tardy to-do for Mark)
Lilian Jackson Braun, the first crazy cat lady to find a way to monetize her insanity, has died at the age of 97. The lonely old crone wrote 29 mystery novel about crime-solving, hair-ball vomiting cats that sold millions of copies and were translated into 16 languages, creatively all beginning with The Cat Who…, copies of each of which can be found in noted felineophile Kirsti MacPherson’s collection. The Man in the Yellow Hat in this festival of the damned was Jim Qwilleran, a newspaperman and amateur detective who lived in an unnamed northern state (probably Maine given the Cabot Cove-esque level of violence and mayhem) with his Siamese cats Koko and Yum Yum. In between conveniently swiping bits of evidence or knocking over just the right book to just the right page to yield crucial clues, the cats purred, slept, ate and groomed themselves, every minute of which was gloriously captured in minute detail by Braun.