I’m often anxious, my brain cramped and frozen, my eyes staring the rabbit in headlights. It’s in this state of mind that I often resort to Twitter. Not to tweet, but to get some kind of respite and enter someone else’s world.
It’s in these moments that I find myself inexplicably attracted to looking at the posts from @mysadcat. Tweets from The Bear, a 17-year-old cat poet whose saucer eyes hold all the world’s sadness. It’s like listening to sad lyrics from a sad songstress. It’s Dusty Springfield, Joni Mitchell and Lana Del Ray all morphed into one juggernaut of melancholy and confusion.
Those sad songs make you feel at one with the world because someone else is suffering. It’s almost the same as looking at Why My Cat Is Sad, but you get the added furriness and cuteness. You can laugh out loud.
The Bear has 48,000 Twitter followers. His person is cat man and cat author Tom Cox whose latest book is all about The Bear. It’s called The Good The Bad And The Furry and has a lovely picture of him staring from the cover asking for the sadness of the world to be explained to him.
The book is funny and lovely. It’s about The Bear and his siblings and the difference between cats who are cats and those who are humans in furry suits. His brother Ralph, a rock star fluffy tabby (@mysmugcat) may be one of those fur suited beings.
I love the way Tom Cox weaves human and cat relationships together. It made me laugh, it made me cry, and best of all it took me out of myself into the wonderful world of poetic cats.
The Good, The Bad and The Furry £6.99 Littlebrown.