{"id":301,"date":"2016-02-20T18:39:54","date_gmt":"2016-02-20T23:39:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/?p=301"},"modified":"2016-02-20T18:39:54","modified_gmt":"2016-02-20T23:39:54","slug":"my-life-as-a-hat-box-chapter-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/2016\/02\/20\/my-life-as-a-hat-box-chapter-1\/","title":{"rendered":"My Life as a Hat Box: Chapter 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time there was a cat.<\/p>\n<p>This cat wasn&#8217;t just any cat, however. He was a cool cat. A funky cat. A cat with no name. Well, he actually had a name, but most of the audio components that comprise his name are too glorious for mere human ears. All that&#8217;s left is the husk of sound that, roughly translated, comes out as &#8220;Mmmrrowww.&#8221; We&#8217;ll just call him &#8220;M.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>As you might imagine, M was more than just an ordinary cat. By day he was a power-napping, pad-scratching, catnip-loving domestic feline. By night, a fearsome street predator, a licensed private investigator, and an aspiring author of semi-biographical literature.<\/p>\n<p>Each night M waited until his pets \u2013 that is, his humans \u2013 were asleep. Then, donning his gray felt fedora, he&#8217;d slip out and head downtown to his office on the corner of 11th and Main. There&#8217;s not much work for a feline private investigator to be had these days; not yet, anyway. It was probably inevitable that he would find something to while away the hours. That something was writing.<\/p>\n<p>M started small, jotting down rough concepts for short fiction on a steno pad, then erasing and revising and re-revising until it they were perfect. He wound his way through cat romance, explosive exposes, and even a brief period where he wrote nothing but neo-beatnik free-association poetry. When his &#8220;My Life as a Hat Box&#8221; hit the New York Courier-Times Top 100, though, he knew he had hit the big time.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;Hey, cat, get off of that hat box! You&#8217;re going to crush it,&#8221; she said, her eyes flashing with fire.<\/p>\n<p>See, people have this misconception that every one of a cat&#8217;s fabled nine lives is as a feline. Sometimes, usually, we come back as cats. Once in a while, for some of us, we come back as something else. My third life was as a hat box. A very large hat box. A cat hat box.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mm-mmrow-meoooooww,&#8221; I said. I think she knew what I meant: &#8220;Lady, look, I was a hat box. I know how to stack properly. Really. Trust me.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Amazing. Just&#8230; amazing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time there was a cat. This cat wasn&#8217;t just any cat, however. He was a cool cat. A funky cat. A cat with no name. 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