You guys. I found a promotional pdf with pictures from my new favorite book. Work-safe as long as your work area is fine with high-pitched cooing.
http://www.powerhousebooks.com/preview/metalcatspreview.pdf
I think the greatest picture is the one of the guy wearing a _Thrasher_ baseball cap and sitting in a red corduroy chair with a kitty… Well, just go look. I read an interview with the photographer where she said that she noticed that all of her punk friends had dogs, and all of her metal friends had cats, and, yup, that's pretty much how my college friends were (grunge died a very hard death my senior year of college before most of us got pet-friendly apartments, so there weren't very many grunge-era pets in my crowd, but of the people who were in that scene, we pretty much all had cats once we had been out of school a few years and could afford pet deposits). I still remember my ex-housemate's boyfriend (now husband) who was the bassist for a metal band named Bone Orchard -- and his big black-and-white kitty named Rambo, who was the sweetest, most laid-back kitty I have *ever* met. (The personality of both the kitty and the person actually matched very nicely. I remember the day Chad brought Julie lunch from Dick's, a fairly legendary Seattle burger joint, and he brought the housemates bags of fries and tarter sauce. I looked at her and told her that I knew they were going to get married some day. She laughed at me. It took about four years, but I was right.)
And it came as no surprise to me to read that most of these kitties were adopted from shelters (and the book is in part a fundraiser for West Coast no-kill shelters) because, again, that's pretty much how most of the metal dudes I hung out with rolled. The few who didn't adopt from a shelter were pretty much adopted by a random kitty that never made it into a shelter but would have if the guys hadn't let them move in with them.