Description
Ink, paper and a cat who refused to move. That was how Margaux’s poems got written, in a sixth-floor room in Montmartre with a slanted ceiling and a view of the rooftops. Her yellow fountain pen scratched across the page, and the tabby curled beside the inkwell, tail twitching whenever she paused. Whenever she lost a word, the cat would stretch, yawn and walk across the paper as if to help.
One evening, as the bells of Sacré-Cœur rang the hour, the cat climbed onto the pen itself and stayed there, perfectly balanced, watching her finish a sonnet. She called it the best line she ever wrote. This whimsical box joins pen and cat forever. Consider it for a poet, a novelist, a calligrapher, a cat lover who keeps a journal, or a graduate starting a writing program. Set it on a desk beside a stack of stationery and a cup of tea gone cold.
At a glance
- Fountain pen shape with a decorated yellow barrel
- A cat perched on top
- Ornamental box, not a pen that writes
- Hinged lid
- Fine porcelain, hand-painted in Limoges
- Cat poised atop the barrel as though guarding the next sentence
For anyone who has ever had a cat sit on their work and called it collaboration. Wrap it with a bottle of real ink for someone who still writes letters.
