I Am the Boss of this Chair by Carolyn Crimi and Marisa Morea

In I Am the Boss of this Chair, Oswald is an only cat and the king of his household, the "boss" of the chair, sole owner of his mouse, Bruce, guardian of the back door, and the one who decides when it's feeding time. He also is in charge of the toilet paper roll (playing with it, that is). So, when a new kitten named Pom-Pom arrives, his world is turned upside down.

Suddenly, he has to deal with someone playing with his toilet paper, walking through the pet door, demanding meals at the wrong time and even sitting in his chair! Oswald tries everything to wake up Pom-Pom when he takes over Oswald's chair, without success. But, it's when Pom-Pom starts playing with Bruce that Oswald's unhappiness boils over.

I chase Pom-Pom over the sofa,

under the coffee table, 

and up the curtain. 

Both kitties get in trouble for making a mess. But, it's time for Oswald's favorite program. He climbs onto his chair and stretches, then he starts thinking.

Is it possible that we can share the chair?

Dare I ask, is it also possible that it's even more fun

when we share the chair? And more snuggly?

The two watch Chef Andre sauté salmon on TV and they head-butt each other. Now that they've learned to share, they play together, eat together, go in and out the back door and share Bruce the mouse. Oswald keeps his favorite pillow to himself, but they're friends.

Highly recommended, especially to cat lovers - A cute and surprisingly accurate account of what it's like to bring a new kitten into a one-cat household (although, I should add, throwing a new kitty in with the old immediately is a no-no -- gradual introduction is key). In fact, as I was reading about Oswald and Pom-Pom, I was reminded of how Fiona, who had been "Only Cat" for 6 months, gave up playing with her jingle balls and began playing with quieter toys when she realized tiny Isabel was just going to jump in and steal any noisy toy she played with. But, at the same time, she gradually learned that snuggling and playing together was fun, although she's always kept some special toys or favorite sleeping spots to herself. Cat lovers will especially enjoy reading this one to their little ones.

Giveaway coming: I was going to do a giveaway of I Am the Boss of this Chair, this week, but I have just been reminded that the coming weekend is Easter weekend. So, I'm going to wait and hold the drawing later. It will be a quick drawing, so watch this space, next week, and, if you do Twitter, also watch my timeline. My @ name is Bookfoolery at Twitter. The drawing will be open only to those in the US and Canada. I'll get back to you on the date. .


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Close Encounters of the Furred Kind by Tom Cox

Close Encounters of the Furred Kind is the most recent release by cat-loving writer Tom Cox. I started completely out of order by beginning with the most recent, but I doubt order matters.

In Close Encounters of the Furred Kind, Cox describes his experience moving house twice with four cats, first from his beloved Upside-Down House to a temporary rental and then farther afield to Devon (England). I purchased Close Encounters and another of Tom Cox's books after seeing an enthusiastic recommendation by someone on Twitter. I've followed @MYSADCAT (one of his cats' accounts) on Twitter for a while and have been considering the books for years, but it was that tweet that convinced me to buy the two. And, now I want them all.

Because I was unfamiliar with the four felines and the first third to half involved a lot of moving angst and a distressing time in an environment that suited neither cats nor human, the early part of the book didn't make me laugh out loud, although I did a lot of smiling. But, the second half of Close Encounters of the Furred Kind was doubly entertaining -- both because I was well-acquainted with the individual felines, by then, and because things began to improve. I particularly loved it when the author and his cats settled into their new home near Totnes, a place that not only had plenty of room for roaming and lots of interesting characters nearby, but which also came with an unexpectedly unferal feral cat named George.

George melted the author's heart (and this reader's). It's worth reading the book, if only to find out what becomes of George when he doesn't fit in with Cox's motley crew. But, I loved Close Encounters of the Furred Kind both because of the antics of the cats and the author's huge heart. Tom Cox really understands and adores cats, and he describes their adventures with affection, wit, and charm. This is what I tweeted after finishing the book:

Finished CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE FURRED KIND by @cox_tom after an hour of disturbing the felines with my laughter, last night. #ThumbsUp

— Bookfoolery (@Bookfoolery) March 25, 2016

Highly recommended - I am besotted with the love for cats that shines through in Tom Cox's writing and he's also a very entertaining writer, in general. I should warn cat lovers that there is a cat death (although not one of the author's cats) and that the cats are indoor/outdoor, which naturally means they encounter occasional perils and bring home a large number of "gifts". My current two kitties are indoors-only because of our dearly departed Miss Spooky's many injuries and the fact that I was constantly talking the poor girl down out of trees.

Note: Close Encounters of the Furred Kind is about to be released in the U.S. I ordered my copy from Book Depository because it had not yet been released when I read that enthusiastic recommendation but you don't have a long wait if you're American (and, of course, if you're in a big hurry, you can always go with the Book Depository option).

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Catch-up post - The Dalai Lama's Cat, Coventry, Level 2, Purple Hibiscus & Scarlet

It's about time I did some serious catching up. All of the following are books from my personal collection and all 5 are books that I enjoyed and recommend.

The Dalai Lama's Cat by David Michie is a fictional tale told from the point of view of a cat.  Jenclair's review of The Dalai Lama's Cat was so positive that I ordered a copy of the book and, fortunately, I did love it.

The cat tells how she was rescued from certain death to become a part of the Dalai Lama's household.

In a way, The Dalai Lama's Cat is almost a primer in Buddhism.  As she roams around her home and explores a local cafe, the cat known alternately as Rinpoche, Snow Lion and Bodhicattva charms everyone in her path but also absorbs and shares lessons learned through observation of the monks, the Dalai Lama, the man who owns the cafe and other creatures.

The Dalai Lama's Cat is a lovely, reflective, uplifting tale.  Kiddo also enjoyed it.


Coventry by Helen Humphreys is also fictional, but with a very genuine and terrifying historical setting -- the bombing of Coventry, England by the Luftwaffe on November 14, 1940.

Harriet Marsh begins the evening standing on top of Coventry Cathedral.  It is peaceful but the moon is full, a "bomber's moon". Harriet and a young fire watcher named Jeremy meet on the cathedral and spend the evening helping people, fighting fires, running for their lives.

A little bit love story with an odd sort of connection that leads back to a time when Harriet was young and newly married and briefly befriended Jeremy's mother, Coventry is emotional, graphic and incredibly, horrifyingly vivid.

Highly recommended to those who love reading WWII stories.  Sad and slightly strange writing but it grew on me and the book is utterly gripping.

Level 2 by Lenore Appelhans is one that I can't believe I didn't sit down and write about immediately -- our Lenore wrote it, after all!  I pre-ordered Level 2 and read it almost immediately.  

Felicia Ward is stuck in a strange afterlife in which the dead spend much of their time in pods, reliving their memories or viewing the memories of others.  Most of the time, Felicia focuses on memories of Neal, the boy she loved.  But when one of her friends disappears from a neighboring chamber and a boy named Julian offers to help her, she goes from reliving the past to moving forward.  

It took me a while to become accustomed to the world of Level 2 and wrap my head around what was going on (fallen angels called Morati fighting to keep the dead from moving to the next level) but once the book became more action-oriented, I really got sucked into it and ended up loving the book.  Way to go, Lenore!

Scarlet by Marissa Meyer is another pre-order.  I don't actually pre-order books very often, but I absolutely loved Cinder, the first of the Lunar Chronicles, and couldn't bear to wait for a swap copy.

Cinder is a futuristic tale of a cyborg based on "Cinderella" and Scarlet is obviously based on "Little Red Riding Hood".  In Scarlet, Cinder has been imprisoned and is scheduled for execution.  Meanwhile, Scarlet's grandmother has gone missing and when Scarlet encounters a street fighter named Wolf, she is captivated by him.  

Wolf isn't what he seems, Cinder escapes, and eventually you find that the stories of Cinder and Scarlet are interconnected.  I absolutely loved this second entry in the YA series.  I'll probably end up pre-ordering the next book.  If you loved Cinder, you'll enjoy Scarlet.

Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is a coming-of-age story, the kind of book I usually abhor.  But, in this case I had trouble putting the book down long enough to sleep.

Everyone assumes Kambili and her family have a wonderful life because her father is wealthy and revered.  They own several huge homes in Nigeria and her father is known for his generosity, faith and political activity.

But, behind the compound walls lives a family in terror.  Kambili's father is a religious zealot who cannot be pleased.  The slightest infraction (even visiting their grandfather, whom he considers a sinner, for too long) leads to horrific abuse.  The backdrop of this family tale is a military coups; it's as if you're reading about two different wars, although the main storyline is told from Kambili's point of view.  After Kambili and her brother go to visit their aunt, they discover laughter and love -- and knowing those things exist will change their lives forever.

I have never been so angry at a character as I was at Kambili's father, an evil, deceitful man who masqueraded as a kind and loving man of faith.  Purple Hibiscus is truly an amazing work of writing.  

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I'm working on it, I promise!

Can't sleep so I decided I might as well quickly type an update.  I'm working diligently on my Life After Life review and F2F report.  I know a lot of you are anxious to read about Life After Life but it's one of those books I loved so much that I'm all agitated about the need to do it justice.  So, I'm taking my time, hacking away at it, bit by bit.  I may have to break the Life After Life post into 2 parts because our group discussion was so amazing that there's plenty to say about that, as well.  There may be a post or two before then. I've got a tour to post on Thursday and at the rate I'm going . . . well.  

Permission to whine at me in the comment section, granted.

In the meantime . . . books that have walked in:

Legacy of Rescue:  A Daughter's Tribute by Marta Fuchs (Holocaust memoir, for review)

Serving Victoria by Kate Hubbard - It probably involved a lot of bowing and scraping and, "Yes, Your Majesty."  

Pain, Parties, Work by Elizabeth Winder - About poor, miserable Sylvia Plath.  Hope it's not too depressing.

Frozen in Time by Mitchell Zuckoff: An Epic Story of Survival and a Modern Quest for Lost Heroes of WWII - Kind of speaks for itself with that massive subtitle, eh?

The latter 3 are ARCs from Harper.  It doesn't sound like the arrivals are lightening up, does it?  I'm trying.  It's possible I'm an addict.  Is there a 12-step program for ARC addiction?  If so, please tell me you must go somewhere excessively cool like a windswept Irish coastal village or a villa in Italy to be cured.

Funny cat story of the day:

After I brought in a fresh, clean litter box, Isabel tried to dig a tunnel to China.  She literally put her front paws into the box and started digging, flinging litter everywhere.  I just stood there, a little dumbfounded, but then she jumped into the litter box and started turning circles.  First time in my life I've ever chased a cat out of a litter box!

The photo above is just a picture of a helicopter in gorgeous puffy clouds that made me think about the sheep I need to be counting.  

Back to bed.  I'm reading The India Fan by Victoria Holt and enjoying it.  What are you reading?

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Casper the Commuting Cat by Susan Finden

Casper the Commuting Cat: The True Story of the Cat who Rode the Bus and Stole our Hearts

By Susan Finden

Copyright 2010

Simon & Schuster UK - Nonfiction/Memoir

228 pages

I knew nothing about this particular cat of British "national celebrity" but saw the book at a reasonable price in a Tesco and, being a cat fanatic, decided it would be a fun vacation read. The subtitle gives you a good idea of Casper's favorite antic, riding on the No. 3 bus around Plymouth in England, on regular 11-mile journeys.

Casper was particular about bus lines and drivers and he regularly waited politely in the queues to board the bus, where he would nap or watch the passing scenery. Eventually, Casper become a favorite of both passengers - even some with allergies - and drivers of the First bus line. Because his story spread by word of mouth and then through the news, Casper became so well known that he became the bus line's mascot. Drivers and passengers did their best to see that Casper returned safely to the bus stop across from his home.

Casper the Commuting Cat tells about author Finden's history of cat ownership and love of cats, how Casper came to join her family and why he may have been prone to straying so far, as well as details of his rise to fame. It also tells about his tragic death, which is so sad I was really glad the cover blurb gave fair warning.

What I liked about Casper the Commuting Cat:

I liked reading about Casper's adventures and loved the photos of Casper and the author's other cats. I was also very impressed with the author's commitment to give older, unwanted cats homes rather than choosing the adorable kittens that are easy to place. In general, the book was a little awkwardly written but entertaining.

What I disliked about Casper the Commuting Cat:

The author is rather adamant about the fact that most cats simply cannot be convinced to stay indoors. I disagree. Provided plenty of playtime and attention, I've found that many cats are quite satisfied to stay indoors -- some are even afraid of the outdoors.

Please bear in mind that I used to have exactly the same mentality! I've had a big change of heart in recent years. Our little Sunshine was an indoor-outdoor cat for a time, simply because she felt obligated to go through a door if it was opened (and I thought I was required to let her do so). Spooky was always insistent about going out (my fault - I introduced her to the outdoors) and was injured not once but several times.

Eventually, Sunshine decided the Great Outdoors was scary and not worth the trouble. Both Sunshine's resistance to the outdoors and Spooky's injuries (two of them very serious) convinced me I needed to alter the way I looked at caring for valued pets. We decided in advance that our next cats would be indoors-only, after Miss Spooky's death. Fiona has been a little challenging, occasionally sneaking out but frightened enough of the unknown that she's never gone more than a few feet from the door. Isabel is simply curious and will look outside but bolt away from the door when I walk in or out.

Casper was apparently determined to go outside -- to the point of breaking windows and cat doors, so it's understandable that the author let him out when she left for work. If the alternative is frequently replacing broken windows, what do you do? But, I was frustrated that she was so insistent that most cats can't be kept indoors. She also said it's impossible to humanely restrain them outside. While I wouldn't do it myself, I've seen a cat humanely restrained in a fenced yard. She had a leash attached to a wire that ran the breadth of her yard. I would never restrain a cat in a yard with no fence, but I thought that was a brilliant idea and the cat seemed content. We saw that particular feline when we were house-hunting.

A mild sort-of rant:

Cats are vulnerable little creatures. Besides automobiles, there are other animals and humans who will harm cats, poisons they can get into, places they can get stuck, etc. It's not unusual for a small cat to curl up under the hood of a car, next to a warm engine. Car engines can be death traps. A lot of people think the new-fangled "catio" concept (enclosed patios specifically for cats, with things to climb on and play with, but screens to let in outdoor smells) are silly. But, if you truly love a pet and can afford such a thing? I think they're a terrific concept. I can't. But, if I had the money, I'd have a catio built for my little beasties, or a little playroom built into my garage. Having pets spayed or neutered also keeps them closer to home and happier, as well as keeping the unwanted pet population down, so I'm a huge advocate of spaying and neutering.

~~End of rant

The bottom line:

I enjoyed reading Casper the Commuting Cat, but it's not a favorite pet memoir because I am so strongly opposed to the author's opinion that a cat's desire to roam cannot be overcome. I just don't think that's necessarily true. Some cats are difficult to restrain but I don't think it's good to advocate giving them an option. I do, however, understand that Casper was an older cat who was set in his ways and it's certainly true that I have to work to keep my own little gals entertained. I've found that if you give them plenty of exercise and keep them well-fed, they're perfectly happy to "hunt" stuffed toys, a bird on a stick, a laser. It's the joy of the chase that they love if they're not hungry. Good reason to keep them indoors, away from our rapidly-dwindling songbird population.

A side note:

My hometown in Oklahoma has leash laws that are imposed on both dogs and cats. I was surprised when I found that out, but I think it's an excellent idea. Cats can do damage to property (particularly gardens - we've had a bit of trouble with neighborhood cats deciding our kitchen garden makes a lovely litter box) and they have a natural instinct to hunt. Running loose is also hazardous to their health. I'm impressed with my hometown.

In other news:

Well, actually, there is none. I'm in a mood to whip out reviews, so this is the third post I've written, today. Monday is a day off from my exercise program, so I suppose I'll get quieter as the week progresses and Rachel (our fearless exercise leader) slowly tries to kill me. I'm just going to go ahead and set this one to post mid-morning on Tuesday.

What's up with you? Read anything brilliant, lately?

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That Cat Can't Stay by Krasnesky and Parkins - #5 for Children's Day

That Cat Can't Stay by Thad Krasnesky

Illustrated by David Parkins

Copyright 2010

Flashlight Press - Children, Ages 4-8

32 pages

That Cat Can't Stay begins on a rainy day. The mother of the narrator's family stands in a raincoat, holding a sad-looking cat. It's a stray and Dad doesn't like cats, so he says,

That creature cannot stay.

There's no use begging.

Don't say please.

I don't like cats.

They scratch my knees.

And I don't want to have to shout,

so kindly put

that cat-thing out.

Mom is tricky, though. She tells Dad she'll just put that cat back outside in the rain and hail, no matter how drenched he's going to get and Dad says, "Well . . . "

So begins the delightful rhyming tale of how one little family with three children adopts 4 full-grown cats in need; and, then the cat-loving narrator (a daughter in pigtails) brings home a kitten in the hood of her jacket. I loved this book so much that I forced my husband to listen to it and turned the book around to show off the illustrations as if I was reading to a class of kindergarteners.

That Cat Can't Stay is one of the cutest children's books I've ever had the pleasure to review. The rhyme is repetitive and catchy, the illustrations are expressive and often hilarious (the looks on those cats' faces are a hoot -- not to mention Dad, who turns out to be a softie). The book even has a funny twist when, after adopting 5 cats, the father goes to the pound and brings home a dog.

Story in rhyme: 5/5 - Clever, charming, rhythmic and funny.

Illustrations: 5/5 - Absolutely perfect. The entire family and all of the cats are colorful and so expressive you can't help but smile.

This is such a cheery, satisfying book that I've found myself wishing I had small children around whenever I read it. But, Fiona and I will happily read That Cat Can't Stay together, for now.

That Cat Can't Stay is book #5 for Children's Day. I'm getting a headache and I think 5 reviews are more than enough for one day, so that's it for today! Happy Reading!!

The Furreigner

We have a visitor under our futon:

His name is Desmond and he is the biggest cat I've ever seen. He must weigh 20 pounds. He's 3 years old and his owner doesn't want him. She says they've never "bonded", that she's keeping her old kitty but she wants to find a good home for Desmond. There was a whole lot of subtext in our conversation. Her husband has already moved, he has an apartment, but "some apartments only allow one cat." She didn't say the apartment to which she's moving allows only one cat. "And, then there's the deposit money." She doesn't think he's worth a deposit. Sheesh.

If he ever comes out from under the futon, I guess we'll see if he's a good fit for our family, but the guys already want him. They think Desmond's mama is icky for wanting to ditch him, whether she cares about who ends up with him or not. I tend to agree. It's not what I expected. I thought I'd get tiny sibling kittens and I came home with a 6-month-old Fiona. I said I didn't want older kitties and I may end up with a 3-year-old cat. My husband shrugs. "He needs us. But, we may have to change that name."

Addendum: I've just drawn the names for my Sterling Kids Giveaway and the winners will be contacted privately. I don't feel like dedicating a post to the drawing, so I'll stick the winners' names in the sidebar.

Kitty Stuff . . . Cause Nothing Else is Working

I've been wrestling with the same review for two three days and my options at this point seem to be:

1. Print it out and shoot it (with nerf darts, obviously), or

2. Try writing something else and then go back to that uncooperative review, later.

I've decided to go with the latter because I'm not sure where the nerf guns have gone. So . . .

Let's Talk About Important Stuff - Kitty love:

Jason of Moored at Sea has come up with a lovely fund-raising project, the Poor Kitties Memorial Fund. Apparently, Neil Gaiman and I have something in common beyond our love of books. Read that 50 times as this is likely the only time you'll see "Neil Gaiman and I have something in common." And what, you ask, might we have in common? He has a dying, blind kitty. Well, okay, mine has already perished but there have been some grieving cat lovers in Jason's sphere and this spurned him to action. Gaiman's cat is named Zoe.

Update: Neil Gaiman has posted a blog entry about the death of Zoe. She died last night, Sunday, January 24. My condolences to Mr. Gaiman.

What a crap thing to have in common with a fabulous author -- dying/dead blind kitties. But let's just try not to think about that and focus on the good.

Jason decided to hold a charity drive "in memoriam of poor kitties" and Mr. Gaiman suggested The Great Lakes Bengal Rescue as the recipient of said charity for kitties. Alternately, one can donate locally, of course. The idea is to do a kindness for kitties. This is a fundraiser I can get behind. Both our dearly departed kitties, Spooky and Sunshine, were rescues.

Spooky and Sunshine taught me a great deal about life and love. I truly believe our pets give back as much love as they're given and then some. At this point, I still get teary when I look at kittens online, so I think I need to give myself a little time to grieve before we adopt again, but a house without any fur kids just sucks. It's way too quiet. No crunching cereal noises, no meow of hunger, no purring. I'm going to donate. I hope you will, too.

36 Cloudless Hours and the Cats Still Need Machetes

We had around 36 hours without rain. The sun was shining, the interior car temperature rocketed back up to the point that sunglasses left in a shady nook became untouchably hot, lawnmowers were humming throughout the neighborhood . . . and it didn't even occur to me that I should run to the grocery store while I had the chance to go without getting soaked or hit by lightning.

The image is from All Posters. Isn't it cool?

So, the husband came home after a long meeting . . . starving. We both knew the food situation was getting desperate around the house. When he walked in the door, the conversation went something like this:

H: Billy's?

Me: Yeah, I'm thinking white pizza.

Kid: Yuck. El Sombrero.

H & Me: Not hungry enough for Mexican.

Kid: Not Billy's.

H: What else is available that's not greasy?

Me: Nothing. Unless you want bad service.

H: Not in the mood for lousy service. Applebees sounds good.

Kid: Yeah, it does.

Me: Applebees is in Jackson.

H: Yes.

Me: I could handle that, but you won't make it home in time to mow.

H: I'll be home, tomorrow. Road trip?

Me: (shrug, nod) Road trip.

Kid: Yeah! Road trip!

We piled into the Toyota and drove east, but somewhere along the way we decided that the only decent Applebees is on the far side of Jackson and that was a bit far. We ended up going to Corky's, a barbeque place (or BBQ, as they call it) that was 20 miles closer than the 50-mile drive to Applebees. Corky's was packed and they were shy one waitress, but when we finally were seated in a booth and then served some whopping fine food, we were very happy campers.

It rained on the return trip. Deep sigh. The back yard grass comes up to the neighborhood cats' shoulders; they practically need machetes to get through our yard (which, by the way, at least six cats firmly believe is their territory and nobody else's). The front yard isn't quite as bad but it definitely needs a haircut. And, a storm is coming. Isn't life something? But, hey, I haven't had to water in a month!

Back to books. I've been struggling through the summer slump that several other bloggers have mentioned and am, therefore, concentrating on whatever appears to be short, light, and begging me to read it right now. That concept seems to work okay. Last week, I got a copy of Consider This, Senora (if anyone knows how to put a tilde over the n in the middle of a word, please let me know - I can't figure it out) for a quarter. I tossed it on top of a pile and it taunted me - seriously, just taunted me - for a week. I don't know what it was about that book. Last night, I was trying to decide what to read next. I'm waiting for a review book, but it hasn't arrived. I carried a significant pile of books into the bedroom and flipped through them - nothing was grabbing me. But, Consider This, Senora just kept on hollering until I gave in.

And, guess what? I'm loving it. Who'd have thought. Maybe I should listen to my books more often.

Note for cat owners: We received a sample of Temptations Tasty Chicken Flavor cat treats in the mail, today. Sunshine was completely disinterested. Spooky went nuts, seriously nuts. I gave her one, just to see if she'd like it and the cat freaked out. "Meeeooooore!!!" she shouted. That was one insistent pussycat. She actually wiped out the entire pouch. If you have a chicken freak, give them a try. Thanks to Malady for the sample link.

The noisy thunderboomers have arrived. Gotta go.

Bookfool, who is pretty sure she couldn't live in the Pacific Northwest without going off her rocker

Happy Pic

Because sometimes you just need an upper, I searched through my photo files in order to locate a photo that made me smile. There were more than I expected, actually, but I settled on this one because I love cat photos.