If the world is adrift, if humanity is old and disenchanted, if the apocalypse is around the corner, if beauty and poetry are the only possible forms of resistance (as our writer has proclaimed in her novels), then we are not simply her literary advisors and protective totems. We are the bulwark. We are the shield. We intrinsically elegant felines are innocence and harmony preserved, a source of enduring enchantment in spite of disaster and (if I may) artlessness in the face of darkness. So, in addition to royalties, I demand that we be allowed to pose with her as equals, for the sake of Chartreux workers of the future, and as a tribute to all those who grace the world with the simple poetry of their friendly whiskers.
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