Olivia

Olivia: A Meow-moir. By Olivia Poopsalot. - yes, that's her full name. The plot? 100% of the pages are cat language, except for the back cover. Surprise! real English words, where she spills: my rescue from the streets, my kittens, and how I sleep on a heated mat and still get treats for just existing. Life goals!!

Who should get this?
- The cat-mom friend who kisses her cat goodnight. Hand it over. Let her sit there translating, tears in her eyes, thinking she's special and then frame the cover.
- The prankster in you. Wrap it like normal, say deep literature, and watch your friends or family members' reaction.
- Your coffee table. It's prettier than your fern and twice as judgmental, guests won't know better. Or would they?!
- Yourself, because honestly, you've read worse and you have a sense of humor. Because you just want to say "I'm a cat person" without explaining.
- Your cat, because it's written in its native language.

Dedicated to every cat we got out of a gutter, every kitten we bottle-fed, every soul that almost didn't make it - but did! They can't read. But they know.