First things first: at exactly 5 p.m. yesterday, closing time for the Cat Beard Contest, I took a screenshot of the final tally:
And number 4, from a reader named Pam:
Because the votes were so close between these two, and I’m a nice guy as well, I’m going to award two autographed books, one to each of these two winners. So Pam and Moggy, please email me with your contact details, and books will be on the way.
Thanks for all who entered!
Reader Michelle sent me this photo, indicating that it wasn’t a “cone of shame” (the cone doctors put around the head of cats to prevent them from licking wounds; it apparently acts as an accidental litter scoop), but a “placard of shame.” It’s truly sad, and reminds me of the Cultural Revolution when Chinese miscreants were forced to wear such signs (from Melissa Wakin at Google Plus):
Finally, on his website, reader Nash Turley, an evolutionary biologist at the University of Toronto, writes about seeing a tuxedo cat outside his window. He lifted up his own cat, the furry Shamrock, to see the interloper, and a kerfuffle ensued. First the screenshot, then the video. Note the malevolent expression on the tuxedo cat: who says you can’t read cat’s emotions on their faces? (see above as well):