If you’ve picked up a copy and flipped through it, you’ll notice that I dedicated Drowned History to Rufus, and I’m sure some people are wondering who the heck he is.
Rufus Bartlett was my 15 year old cat who passed away in December. He was named that because after I fed him he resembled a Bartlett pear, something that my textbooks informed me was ideal. He was two days old when I snatched him out of the jaws of Animal Control, who would have put him to sleep because they don’t have the resources to bottle raise kittens and puppies. He was found in an abandoned rabbit nest with a baby bunny, his umbilical cord still attached. The bunny went to a wildlife rescue and Rufus came home with me.