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The Death of Ivan Ilyich's Cat

Ivan Ilyich's cat had a most simple and ordinary life. Which was a good thing, because he was a cat, after all. But his death–his death–was most terrible. In

New Yorker Rejects #7

Every now and then, an informal meeting of Portland-based, professional cartoonists takes place here in town. And I get an invite. It's not like it's an official thing, but