For those of you who are interested, we posted a bunch of new books to read online so that Josh would have something to link to from the Slate article. If you’d like to have a look, go to Read Stuff. For folks who came late to the subscriber game, there’s our very first Idiots’Book “Facial Features of French Explorers,” which has some totally irrelevant drawings of people who may or may not resemble actual French explorers in it, and some lightly factual information on said explorers gleaned from 15 minutes of intense research on Wikipedia. There’s also “Death of Henry,” our beloved second book (beloved only to us, it seems) that Matthew thinks suffers from uninspiring cover art. Though I always like to say not to judge a book by its cover, the sad truth of the matter is everyone does. When I have time, I’m going to redo the cover to look like a harlequin romance. Maybe I can get Fabio to pose for me.

I don’t need to go into each one that is there, but if you’re interested, do have a look. We kind of like these books, you know, and would like people to read them sometime.

For those of you not interested in reading a bunch of hooey, well, first off, you’re totally in the wrong place. For those of you who don’t mind reading hooey, but would prefer it’s about cute babies, you’ll be sorry to hear (or happy?) that we’ve had a bit of a rupture with Kato lately.

You see, he discovered the title of our next book. And all of the stacks and stacks of said book that we are planning on sending out to subscribers across the world.

Needless to say, he was distraught. Destruction ensued, only proving that the book had been all-too-appropriately named.

Iggy offered some sympathy.

But when Kato revealed his wily plan to run away from home (before even knowing how to walk away from home), she was apathetic. “They may have disrespected you, kid, but there’s a reason they never wrote a book about me called “Dogs Chew Shit Up and Pee On the Floor.” I think I’ll stick with the free meals and infrequent belly rubs.”

“Drat!” said Kato.

It seemed he was going to have to set out on his own. And so he did. He got to the front door and could smell his impending freedom, his future life of dignity and honor, the satisfaction of the self-possessed.

“Now I just have to figure out how to get down this step…”

And that is where we found him, three hours later, trying to prevail over the three-inch-high threshold. Perhaps we will suggest the book we wrote for his sister for future reading.