She kept me company — and dusted my books along the way

— A reader, and the cat who dusted his shelves

My ragdoll cat was never just a pet — she was part of my reading routine.

Every time I sat down in my study, she’d climb the shelves, rub against the spines, and casually sweep dust off every surface with her ridiculous fluff.

Other people vacuum. I had her.

She didn’t meow much. Didn’t bother me. Just curled up nearby or went about her business, tail swaying like she was inspecting the books herself.

So I had a sculpture made. Same pose, same fluff, same calm stare.

Now she’s still in the study. Not moving, not shedding, but somehow still watching over every page I turn.