The Year of the Cat: A Cat of Artistic Sensibilities: The Year of the Cat, #9
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Cats and art mix in odd ways, at odd times.
Scratch the surface on just about any well-known author and you will find a cat, or more likely, many cats. Not just authors. Painters, composers, dancers, and magicians all seem to need cats at some time or other.
Cats inspire art.
Or damage a piece of art.
Or sit on a keyboard and create weird writing all their own.
In this fantastic group of stories, we have cats as muse, cats falling for violinists, cats using love as an art, and even cats as feline photographers.
Includes:
"The Cat Who Lived in a Drainpipe" by Joan Aiken
"I Bleed Music" by Stefon Mears
"Pigeon Drop" by Mary A. Turzillo
"Essy and the Christmas Kitten" by Annie Reed
"The Secret Lives of Cats" by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
"Cat Caught in the Art" by Dean Wesley Smith
"My Father, the Cat" by Henry Slesar
"Paintings of Cats by Mice" by Annie Reed
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
New York Times bestselling author Kristine Kathryn Rusch writes in almost every genre. Generally, she uses her real name (Rusch) for most of her writing. She publishes bestselling science fiction and fantasy, award-winning mysteries, acclaimed mainstream fiction, controversial nonfiction, and the occasional romance. Her novels have made bestseller lists around the world and her short fiction has appeared in eighteen best of the year collections. She has won more than twenty-five awards for her fiction, including the Hugo, Le Prix Imaginales, the Asimov's Readers Choice award, and the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine Readers Choice Award.
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The Year of the Cat - Kristine Kathryn Rusch
The Year of the Cat: A Cat of Artistic Sensibilities
Kristine Kathryn Rusch & Dean Wesley Smith
WMG Publishing, Inc.Contents
Introduction
The Cat Who Lived in a Drainpipe
Joan Aiken
I Bleed Music
Stefon Mears
Pigeon Drop
Mary A. Turzillo
Essy and the Christmas Kitten
Annie Reed
The Secret Lives of Cats
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Cat Caught in the Art
Dean Wesley Smith
My Father, the Cat
Henry Slesar
Paintings of Cats by Mice
Annie Reed
About the Editor
About the Editor
Introduction
Cats and art seemed to mix in the oddest ways, and at the oddest times. Scratch just about any well-known author and you will find a cat, or more likely, many cats.
Cats and online pictures also seem to go together, with social media full of cute cat pictures, or cats posing in ways and costumes they do not much care for.
So it was logical for us to put together a volume of cats as part of art in one way or another.
Here are titles of the twelve volumes of cat stories we are putting together.
--- Book One
A CAT OF A DIFFERENT COLOR
--- Book Two
A CAT OF PERFECT TASTE
--- Book Three
A CAT OF DISDAINFUL LOOKS
--- Book Four
A CAT OF STRANGE LANDS
--- Book Five
A CAT OF COZY SITUATIONS
--- Book Six
A CAT OF SPACE AND TIME
--- Book Seven
A CAT OF HEROIC HEART
--- Book Eight
A CAT OF ROVING NATURE
--- Book Nine
A CAT OF ARTISTIC SENSIBILITIES
--- Book Ten
A CAT OF FANTASTIC WHIMS
--- Book Eleven
A CAT OF FERAL INSTINCTS
--- Book Twelve
A CAT OF ROMANTIC SOUL
This volume is called A Cat of Artistic Sensibilities
because that’s how cats often find adventures involving art. Or they act as a muse.
Or damage a piece of art.
Or sit on a keyboard and create weird writing all their own.
You name it, in the name of art, cats have pretty much been involved with all of it through the ages.
In this fantastic group of stories, we have cats being muses, cats falling for violinists, cats using love as an art, and cats and cameras.
Oddly enough, many of these stories are mysteries in one form or another. Not at all sure why mystery happens when cats come into contact with art.
Actually, we’re not sure why cats do anything at this point.
—Dean Wesley Smith
Las Vegas, Nevada
The Cat Who Lived in a Drainpipe
Joan Aiken
Joan Aiken was a very prolific English writer who wrote a lot of supernatural fiction and historical children’s fiction. She won awards in both areas and even, at one time worked as an editor at Argosy Magazine.
This wonderful story combines a love of music and history as three cats fall for a violinist in Old Vienna. A perfect story to start this volume by a wonderful writer.
You can find a lot more about all of her books at https://www.joanaiken.com/
Three hundred years ago, in the times when men wore swords and rode on horses, when ladies carried fans and traveled in carriages, when ships had sails and kings lived in castles, and you could buy a large loaf of bread for a penny, there lived three cats in Venice.
Venice is a very peculiar town, built on about a hundred islands. The streets in between the houses are canals full of water. Only in the narrowest alleys and lanes can you walk on dry ground. If you want to go across town you take a gondola. If a housewife wants to visit her neighbor on the other side of the street, she has to row herself over, unless there is a bridge by her house. Children and cats in Venice learn to swim almost as soon as they learn to walk.
The three cats I am going to tell you about were called Nero, Sandro, and Seppi.
Nero was large and pitch black and very rough indeed. His master was a chimney sweep called Benno Fosco. Nero helped with the sweeping. In Venice, chimneys are swept from above. The sweep, standing on the roof, lets down a long bunch of twigs like a witch’s broom to knock out the soot. Nero and his master climbed all over the roofs of Venice with their brooms and their bags full of soot. If a chimney was narrow or very choked up, Nero would go down first, at top speed, like a diver, boring out the soot with his sharp claws and his powerful paws and sweeping it loose behind him with his strong, whiplike tail.
It was lucky that Nero was black, so that the soot didn’t show on his fur; he was always absolutely wadded with soot and left a cloud of it behind him as he walked about. And if his master rubbed behind his ears, out came another black cloud. No one, apart from Benno Fosco, would ever have dared to stroke Nero; he might have bitten the finger off anybody who tried. When the chimney sweep poled his gondola along the canals, loaded with sacks of soot, Nero sat on one of the bags, right at the front, looking like a big fat figurehead carved out of coal. Mostly he stayed silent, but every once in a while he let out a single low, threatening howl: Ow-wow-ow-ow-ow! It meant, Does anybody feel like a fight? And when he did so, the other cats along the waterside, sitting on windowsills, or doorsteps or on bridges or other boats, would half close their eyes, shrug, and keep quite quiet until he had gone by. Nobody ever felt inclined to fight with Nero.
Sandro was quite a different kind of cat. His long, soft fur was a dark-orange color, like a French marigold. His expression was always calm and sleepy and very refined; he spent most of his days dozing on a red velvet cushion in the boudoir of his mistress, who was a princess and lived in a palace in one of the grandest streets. Two or three times a day, the princess used to comb Sandro with a silver comb. While doing so she would exclaim admiringly, "Bello Sandro! Bello gatto! Beautiful cat!" Sandro never paid the least attention to this, but merely went on dozing harder than ever, with his nose pushed well in under his tail. The only exercise he took during the hours of daylight was an occasional short spell of washing. But at night, when his mistress, the Princess Cappella, was asleep, he went out over the roofs of Venice.
Seppi, the third cat, was quite different again from either of the others. For a start, he was much smaller. Seppi belonged to nobody; he had been born in a worm-eaten fish basket, and he lived in a broken drainpipe. His mother, unfortunately, had fallen off a fishing boat and been drowned when he was a kitten; from that day on, Seppi never grew any bigger. He lived on fish heads and moldy scraps of macaroni stolen from garbage heaps. He was an ugly little cat, black and white in patches of various sizes, with one black paw and three white, a black mask across his white face, and a saddle of black from shoulders to tail. One ear was black with a white lining, and one white with a black tip; one eye was yellow, and one blue. Also, he had suffered from a mishap to his tail; most of it was missing, leaving only a short black stump. It made him look like a rabbit and ruined his balance. Where other cats could leap gracefully onto narrow ledges or walk easily along slender rails, Seppi had to concentrate with all his might or he was liable to overshoot and topple off edges. But he practiced at balancing most patiently, and when he did fall he always landed lightly; he was so skinny that he weighed little more than a duster. Every day he clambered gaily and dangerously all over the roofs and walls and pinnacles and boats and bridges of Venice; he was always hungry but he was always hopeful, too, and full of energy and curiosity. People laughed at him and shouted Pulcinello
as he went trotting by on his own business, because, in his black mask, he looked so like a clown.
These three cats, Nero, Sandro, and Seppi, were not precisely friends. Nero was too tough to need friends, and Sandro too lazy. And both were inclined to look down their noses at Seppi, who was such a common little gutter cat and so much younger and smaller as well.
But one bond joined all three of them together, and that was music. They were all passionately fond of it. Regularly, every Friday evening, they assembled together for a singing session. They always met in the same place, on a wooden humpbacked bridge over a quiet backwater. And there, all night, in all weather except snow, they would hold their concert, until the first light of the rising sun began to dapple the canal water like pink lettuce leaves.
This was why Nero and Sandro were prepared to tolerate Seppi and overlook his clownlike appearance and vulgar ways and lack of tail. In spite of his being so small, he had a remarkably loud voice, and furthermore he could sing higher up the scale than any other cat in Venice.
Their program of singing was always the same. Nero began, because his voice was the deepest. Squatting on the top step of the bridge, like a big shapeless black lump, with elbows and whiskers sticking out sideways, he would slowly let out four or five howls, all on the same deep, gritty, throbbing bass note, like an old mill wheel creaking: How, row, row, row, row.
Then there would be a long, silent pause, until Sandro was ready to sing his part of the trio, which was a slow, sorrowful, wailing tenor cry, not unlike the hoot of a ship’s siren a great way off in the fog: Harayyyyyyyyyy?
Afterward, all three cats would sit silent and motionless, without even the twitch of a whisker, for so great a stretch of time that any listener might be fooled into thinking that they had finished their concert and gone home to bed. But not a bit of it. All of a sudden little Seppi would let out such an ear-piercingly shrill scream—Freeeeeeeeeeee!—that birds, even at dead of night, would wake and twitter in protest under the eaves of nearby houses, dogs would bark for two miles around, while any person walking rather close to a canal in that district would almost certainly be so startled that he fell into the water. Even Sandro and Nero never became completely accustomed to Seppi’s shriek; each time, after he had sung his part, they would gaze at him almost respectfully for a few moments.
Then they would repeat the recital, always in the same order, with Nero singing first and Seppi coming in at the end, and long pauses in between the solo parts. At the very end, there would be a short chorus, with all singing together.
Very occasionally, a strange cat might make an attempt to join the group, but neither Sandro nor Nero would dream of permitting this. Sandro would let out a terrifying hiss, and Nero would shoot from his place on the top step and give the impertinent candidate such a clip on the ear with a sooty paw that he would fly for his life and think himself lucky to escape with his ears and tail.
In this way, the concerts were held every Friday night. Half the cats of Venice came to listen and sat in admiring silence, at a respectful distance.
Then, at sunrise, the three singers would silently part and go their various ways: Nero flitting over the rooftops to the first job of the day; Seppi trotting off through a network of narrow lanes and alleys, where he might hope to find a fish tail or a couple of inches of cast-off spaghetti; Sandro gracefully waving his golden tail and summoning a boat to take him back to the palace where he lived. All the gondoliers who plied their boats for hire along the Venetian canals knew the Princess Cappella and her cat; Sandro never had the least trouble in finding a gondola to take him home. Any boatman who picked him up knew that a fee of three golden ducats would be paid without question by the butler who opened the door.
So matters went on for many months.
But one Friday evening in a cold November, when "Sandro and Nero reached the bridge at their usual hour, they were surprised to see that Seppi was not there. Usually he was first at the meeting place, having nothing to do apart from hunting for scraps in the gutters, whereas Nero might be kept late sweeping a chimney, and Sandro might have been obliged to accompany his mistress on a round of calls.
Where can the little wretch have got to?
Sandro said impatiently, after they had waited for ten minutes. He shivered, for an icy wind was blowing. "I wish he’d hurry up.