I bought Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats, a celebration of felines written by John Gilbert and published in 1961, for my kids at some library sale that I don't remember. Before I gave it to them, I googled it—had to make sure it wasn't too valuable, of course—and found that it isn't at all. There are many more copies of Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats available on the internets than there are wee little cats nestled in buckets, baskets, tea cups, trophies, vases and potted plants throughout this book. One person hawking Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats claimed to be selling off some of the estate of Rock Hudson. I can't remember if he described himself as a friend or someone who merely worked for Rock, but he had a whole bunch of random housewares and incidentals and a copy of Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats. With dustjacket. Crazy.
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