This zine is about the cats the author has known. Each page has a different cat, like, say, for instance, Poopers, and descriptions of them, like how they meow or how they like being scratched behind the ears or how they are "the Jesus Christ of cats for (them)" or are so cute that he or she wants to smash their little faces in. So if this sounds interesting to you send a couple bucks to... ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PERSON? Why would you subject someone to this? Who is it intended for? Why would anyone want to read some dingbat they don’t know go on and on about cats they’ve never met? What service could this possibly be to anybody? I can’t believe I read this whole thing just to give it a fair review. Like anybody’s gonna give a fuck anywhere but, I don’t know, maybe Obsessive-Compulsive Spinster Quarterly or some shit. Have you ever ridden the Greyhound next to someone who had so completely lost it that, after they got off, you felt completely disturbed and unsettled for the rest of the trip? That’s how I felt after reading this. And why me? What did I do to deserve this? I fucking quit. Ya’ll think I’m jokin’? –Craven Rock (Degrassi Digest, PO Box 56551, Portland, OR 97238, thezitremedy@gmail.com)