Conversations With My Cat
6 journalers for this copy...
A gift book features cat philosophies as revealed to an incredulous owner, including such sayings as "There's a reason we say `Meow' rather than `Weow' or `Youow'," ""I never knew my father," and "You scratch my back - you scratch my back."
This was such a joy to read! David Fisher certainly has spent a lot of time watching his own cats. There were so many times while reading that I had to read parts aloud to my husband. I think he was thankful when I finished the book as he heard most of it. :) I love all the descriptions of the language of tail and the ending was terrific! Thanks for sharing this book with me ellymae58!
This book is now off to surprise a fellow cat lover in Australia.
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Check out one of my cats, Eva Luna. The picture above is of Fluffer on her favorite cat tree.
This book is now off to surprise a fellow cat lover in Australia.
Here is a website that lists all sorts of great cat books.
Check out one of my cats, Eva Luna. The picture above is of Fluffer on her favorite cat tree.
Journal Entry 5 by libertine101 from Perth City, Western Australia Australia on Friday, February 17, 2006
Arrived! Thanks. :) Will be passed onto GTM soon.
Journal Entry 6 by libertine101 from Perth City, Western Australia Australia on Thursday, February 23, 2006
On your recommendation, Kim, I read this book whilst waiting fo rthe oter cat books to arrive, before posting off to goodthinkingmax. It was not what I expected, though I did enjoy it.
I was expecting a lighthearted, funny short story. This was, infact, a more thoughtful and serious piece. (But thankfully, not a sad, tissue-alert one. The author obviously had sat there and considered his cat/s and tried to put himself in kitty's shoes..err...paws... I think we have all done that at some stage or other.
And I liked the ending ;)
I was expecting a lighthearted, funny short story. This was, infact, a more thoughtful and serious piece. (But thankfully, not a sad, tissue-alert one. The author obviously had sat there and considered his cat/s and tried to put himself in kitty's shoes..err...paws... I think we have all done that at some stage or other.
And I liked the ending ;)
Journal Entry 7 by libertine101 from Perth City, Western Australia Australia on Monday, March 27, 2006
This book was mailed off to goodthinkingmax today :)
Journal Entry 8 by goodthinkingmax from Sydney CBD, New South Wales Australia on Wednesday, April 5, 2006
Someone is trying to make some room for more books. Thanks, goodthinkingmax.
Journal Entry 10 by catsalive from Rooty Hill, New South Wales Australia on Monday, November 20, 2006
Journal Entry 11 by catsalive from Rooty Hill, New South Wales Australia on Monday, November 20, 2006
The blurb:
"MY CATS, as I'd thought of them till this night, my cats: The Bomber, as bluish-gray as the mist of a London dusk, whose abundance lolled beneath him as he moved like a gentle tide flowing up a beach, and the smaller black female with a white apron and white boots I'd named Catfish. My cats, who knew me and understood me on a level spoken language could never approach. They had always been there for me when I needed their warmth, and in return I'd given them food and shelter and love. I had thought of them as my family, my children, and assumed that they thought of me simply as God.
"Thought of me? Was it really possible? Like every cat owner, there were so many questions I'd long wondered about: Can my cats think? Do they have memories? Can they form ideas? Do they like me? I mean really, really like me? And if their personalities were embodied in human form, would I like them?
"But I'd never expected to have my questions answered...."
I love that description of Bomber, and here are Penelope and Annabella.
"MY CATS, as I'd thought of them till this night, my cats: The Bomber, as bluish-gray as the mist of a London dusk, whose abundance lolled beneath him as he moved like a gentle tide flowing up a beach, and the smaller black female with a white apron and white boots I'd named Catfish. My cats, who knew me and understood me on a level spoken language could never approach. They had always been there for me when I needed their warmth, and in return I'd given them food and shelter and love. I had thought of them as my family, my children, and assumed that they thought of me simply as God.
"Thought of me? Was it really possible? Like every cat owner, there were so many questions I'd long wondered about: Can my cats think? Do they have memories? Can they form ideas? Do they like me? I mean really, really like me? And if their personalities were embodied in human form, would I like them?
"But I'd never expected to have my questions answered...."
I love that description of Bomber, and here are Penelope and Annabella.
Journal Entry 12 by catsalive at Fellow BookCrosser in -- Controlled Release, New South Wales Australia on Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Arrived as the Shelf Clearour RABCK from 'catsalive'.
Thankyou catsalive.
Thankyou catsalive.
Glad to read I'm not the only crazy cat person in this world.
I was starting to think someone had been watching my life at times & the conversations I'd had with my cats over the years.
I've passed this on to yet another cat loving friend.
Thanks for sharing.
Seek, read & enjoy.
I was starting to think someone had been watching my life at times & the conversations I'd had with my cats over the years.
I've passed this on to yet another cat loving friend.
Thanks for sharing.
Seek, read & enjoy.