“Meet THE BEAR – a cat who carries the weight of the world on his furry shoulders, and whose wise, owl-like eyes seem to ask, Can you tell me why I am a cat, please?Like many intellectuals, The Bear would prefer a life of quiet solitude with plenty of time to gaze forlornly into space and contemplate society’s ills. Unfortunately he is destined to spend his days surrounded by felines of a significantly lower IQ . . . RALPH: handsome, self-satisfied tabby, terrified of the clothes horse. SHIPLEY: mouthy hooligan and champion mouser, rendered insensible by being turned upside-down. ROSCOE: fiercely independent kitten, tormented by her doppelganger in the mirror. And then there’s Tom, writing with his usual wit and charm about the unexpected adventures that go hand in hand with a life at the beck and call of four cats . . . or three cats and a sensitive poet who just happens to be a foot high and covered in fur.”
This is the third book from Tom Cox about his cats and it is a funny and heart warming read. I must warn you there are also sad bits, where I had tears streaming and had to put the book down so I could get myself together and carry on reading. Maybe it is because I now live with two cats, but I felt more connected with it than maybe I would have before.
This book carries on with the story of Tom and his living arrangements with three, then four cats, each with their own personalities. I totally understand this now, living with my two. They are both kittens still, but their personalities have been coming through more prominently over the last month or so.
It was interesting to read about the lives of the cats as they get older and how they change. It was also interesting to read about the introduction of a kitten into the fold.
Whenever I read these books though I wish I lived in a house with better access to the garden. I would love to let my two out on their own while being able to watch from the house. Unfortunately my garden access is through the garage or through the front, neither of which are suitable for cat flaps. I do take them out regularly, so they can play and explore, but know it’s going to get harder through the winter months with the weather and darkness. It’s amazing the things you consider when it’s no longer just you.
Overall a really enjoyable read, especially if you love cats. I suppose it’s a sneaky way to write an autobiography.