At our last meeting, my critique group hated the chapter I'd submitted. I've never received such a negative response. You see, in the chapter they read, a little girl accidentally kills her cat.
"You can't kill a cat!" They shouted.
"Do you have to describe the cat corpse?" They asked.
"Really? A dead cat? You really want to do that?"
I didn't understand. What's the problem? That same night we read about dead grandmothers, suicidal rock stars, and murdered scientists. Why couldn't I have a dead cat?
They informed me that people will hate me and hate my book if I kill a cat. This seemed to be a basic rule of good craft everyone knew but me. Show, don't tell. Omit needless words. No passive voice. And don't kill any cats.
I tried not to get defensive. I tried to listen to their feedback, to process it, to see which direction my revisions should take. And then I realized it. I kill TWO cats in my WIP. (And a baby bird, but I'm sure there's no rule on baby birds).
Well, I decided to stick to my guns. I blew off the advice of my critique group. They're probably all just crazy cat people or something.
Then I went to another meeting, with a different group of writers. We discussed the atrocities of dead dogs in children's literature.
One writer even talked about an appalling scene in an adult novel. She mentioned an extremely popular adult trilogy. "I almost had to stop reading when they killed the cat! It was just awful!"
I happened to have recently read the book she was talking about. You mean the same book where the main character is raped and tortured in a graphic scene that has NOTHING to do with the plot? You mean the same novel where dozens of women are raped and murdered, but the characters are more concerned about the Swedish stock-market? You almost stopped reading because of the dead cat?
What's wrong with these people?
Then last week, I read Mockingjay. SPOILER ALERT!
Of all the characters Collins killed, she saved the cat. Buttercup survived. Maybe there's something to this Save-the-cat theory. After all, Rowling killed Hedwig but spared Crookshanks.
END SPOILER
It's not like I'm some sadistic animal hater. My dog and my cat are my only children. I'm a freakin' vegetarian! I don't eat animals, I just kill them in my fiction (but for important plot and character reasons, I totally swear.) I just don't get why people seem to be more sensitive to the death of animals than to the death of humans in fiction.
So what do you think Junkies?
Do you hate books with dead cats?
Can anyone explain this never-kill-a-cat rule?
Is my WIP doomed if I kill a cat? If I kill two?
Could I change my dead cats to dead dogs? dead babies?
Well, I might keep my dead cats because when the rejections for my MS start rolling in, at least I can blame it on the dead kitties, right?
*photo from here
