He Could Pee On This!
Before we get to the conversation of the day, this is hands down the creepiest thing I’ve ever read. I would immediately contact an old priest and a young priest. Famke, GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!
Now that we’ll all never sleep again, let’s move on to the comedy!
One might have noticed I am one housecoat and a visit from Hoarders away from being a crazy cat lady. The only thing holding me back is the advice I got many years ago regarding not having more pets than you have hands. So, two cats, both of whom are immortalized here. But any time a book even remotely cat-adjacent comes into the office, it lands on my desk. That’s how I got my treasured copy of Francesco Marciuliano’s I Could Pee On This (and other poems by cats.)
One year later, Francesco has come out with the inevitably inferior but (I guess) necessary I Could Chew On This (and other poems by dogs.) Which is fine if you like that sort of thing.
I got to talk with Francesco about the vastly superior cat book and his secret identity/day job (spoiler – he’s been writing Sally Forth since around 2008.)We talked about cats, Bullwinkle, the glamorous Long Island lifestyle, Ted Forth’s delicate wrists, and I tried to pronounce his name a different way every time I said it. After listening back to our chat, I’m thinking we ought to take our show on the road.