UPDATE: I’ve added a picture of Kermit as a grown kitteh.
Rebecca Rundell, who used to be a student at the U of C, and is now a postdoc at the University of British Columbia, has submitted her cat (or rather, kitten) Kermit. She didn’t win the book, but the cat is adorable:
Kermit has the easygoing worldview, attitude and intelligence of Jim Henson, coupled with the wit and jumping ability of his namesake frog. Adopted from the Chicago Anti-Cruelty Society, the tiniest in a cage of kittens mostly more white than he, Kermit possesses a belt that doesn’t quite stretch around his fuzzy middle. His giant collar from the shelter weighed down his head, which barely made it over the lip of his food dish. Superior eating skills surfaced later. Kermit’s internal poultry detector is unrivalled in the animal world. His domestic habits belie a fierce mousing ability, which was widely lauded among Hyde Park apartment residents. Occasionally found napping, dislodging keys from my laptop with his stiletto paws, getting into precarious shelf positions, flipping a half-dead mouse in the air like a tennis racket, wedging into a crevice to hide from the landlord, or simply dragging an entire turkey carcass onto the floor, Kermit knows how to live. And he keeps you on board with the program, while still keeping cool about it.
He wants a copy of this book. And when he gets it, he will sit on it.