He currently resides in Lyons, Colorado, where – as the name hints - mountain lions patrol backyards and terrorize neighbors’ guinea fowl.
These days Page’s relationship with the cat family, never passionate, is tinged with fear. Sure, in the past he’s owned cats one died, one was catnapped by an Episcopalian priest (ok, Page gave it to him), and one of his favorites, a three-legged Chinchilla Persian named Fig Newton – well, Figgy was passed along to a friend, too, after he developed a taste for Page’s expensive tropical finches. He may well, but no one whose personal menagerie includes bearded dragons and button quails but not a single kitty qualifies as a real aurophile. Jake Page, author of Do Cats Hear With Their Feet?: Where Cats Come From, What We Know About Them, And What They Think About Us (published by HarperCollins and Smithsonian Books), is not a cat lover in the deepest sense. The madness of cat fanciers dates back at least to the days of the ancient Egyptians, who painstakingly mummified their deceased kitties, interred them in cat necropolises, and shaved off their own eyebrows in mourning. There are also countless cat blogs, many of them supposedly penned by felines themselves, as opposed to “food ladies,” as their owners are sometimes dubbed. At the wildly popular, besotted humans script nonsense captions for cat photographs, and is exactly that: pictures of stuff (running shoes, cocktail umbrellas) on top of cats. Becoming a “cat person” means renouncing your sanity, or so a quick skim of the Internet suggests.
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