My Reading Experiment (Book #5) - The Cat Who Came for Christmas

Target:    100 books
Current:      5 books

I wanted something light, especially after my previous, slightly heavier reads. I found the perfect book. I picked it up thinking it was fiction, but it turned out to be non-fiction. Not that it mattered. These days, I find that I'm equally receptive to both fiction and non-fiction, unlike during my childhood days, when, I considered it a waste of time reading anything that wasn't completely made up.

#5

The Cat Who Came for Christmas
- Cleveland Amory


Liked it, Non-fiction, Amusing, Sarcastic, Cat love, Animal rights, 1980's

We all know that one person who is a Cat Person. The one who thinks the world of their cat(s). The Cat Owned Person is probably more accurate. Maybe you are that person. If so, this book should resonate even more with you.

Cleveland Amory, a self professed dog lover, takes in an extraordinarily dirty and skinny Manhattan alley stray cat one fine Christmas eve. Thus begins his slow but sure transformation into an ardent cat lover. He takes us along on this delightful journey of his. I'd tell you the name of the cat, but there's an entire chapter devoted to just that, and I would hate to spoil it for you. So let's just call him Cat for the time being. We are regaled with stories like Cat's first appointment with his vet, his first pill anti-ingesting efforts, his naming ceremony, his first trip to Beverly Hills where he got to meet some famous people, his opinion of home invaders, namely, the other temporary strays, and so on. Somewhere along the way, we also learn a little cat history along with Amory, as well as learn a few things about Amory himself - like the fact that he was an animal rights activist who did some pretty impressive work helping protect baby white seals from being clubbed to death by fur hunters.

I found this book a bit of a laugh riot. Read the following excerpt from it, and you'll hopefully understand why.

"The way we worked it out was that I was never to say 'Come' or 'Come here' or anything like that. Along with this, I was never, when I wanted him to come, to do anything to offend his sensibilities, such as slapping my knee, clapping my hands, whistling, or making clucking noises with my teeth. However, I would be permitted more subtle indications that his presence was requested - such as directing an inquiry to the world at large, or asking the room in general, where he was.

For his part, he agreed when he heard such general inquiries, not to totally ignore them. On the contrary, after a suitable period of time had elapsed - one long enough so that it could be clearly construed to be a moot point as to whether it was his decision or mine - he would, in a dignified and orderly manner, proceed in my direction." 


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