Gunter Grass' The Rat
I bought the book at an old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old used bookstore that's in an old, old, old, old, old, old, old Victorian mansion that houses an old, old, old, old, old, old, old black cat who's so old you can pick him up and move him around while he sleeps due to his old age and inability to be irritated by people while sleeping. The store keeper said most people think he's a stuffed dead cat.
