The author decided to stay home with his two-year-old daughter for a summer and the disaster-prone tabby cat Birmingham—Brum for short. The result is a series of hilarious tales filled with death-defying feats. All aspects of normal life, including gazebos, small birds, and kitchens all take a dangerous turn in the presence of Brum. Efforts to train and restrain the tabby are fruitless, but in spite of it all—including the exuberant Maya and her plastic mallet—Brum carries on.
I was in the mood for something fluffy after the book I just finished and the heavy book I just started. This definitely qualifies as fluffy -- it mostly focuses on a derpy cat named Brum (Birmingham) who gets into pickles on the regular. It also involves the writer being a stay-at-home-dad to a toddler daughter who gets into predicaments (the dad, not the daughter) involving gazebos, furniture moving, pubs, and milkmen.
It was amusing but not LOL material. The cat was a cat -- if you have had a cat, you understand that the stories are real but the stories of Sammy the cat are equally real. It was a nice bit of fluff and a quick read.
I enjoyed ‘A Cat Called Birmingham’. This one less so. Yes, it made me laugh several times, but at some point I lost my patience with the book/its author. It gets repetitive and I couldn’t tolerate the parts where he muses about Brum’s future demise - who in their right mind would want to think about such things? Not me anyway. Sorry Chris Pascoe.
This is one of a set of two books about the author's cat Birmingham (Brum) and it is intensely funny and can be read repeatedly and still retain all hilarity.