A review by kcvmoundshroud
On Cats by Charles Bukowski

3.0

I really should probably refrain from composing a review of this collection because I really can’t stand Bukowski as a general rule. I read this because I wanted to see if cats could chip away a small chunk of Bukowski’s perpetual narcissism. It turns out cats did make an evident impact on him and earned his respect and almost-love far more than humanity (especially women) ever could. And, while Bukowski could never love anything more than himself, apparently cats came pretty close. Three stars for those cats.