Brum est un chat. Spécialités : maladresses et catastrophes. Sa vie est faite de cascades et de désastres à répétition. Mais, comme tous les chats, Brum vieillit. Et lorsqu'une grave maladie menace d'avoir définitivement raison de lui, son maître réalise que son fidèle compagnon ne sera pas éternel. Après le succès de Monsieur Chatastrophe, Chris Pascoe nous raconte ses souvenirs les plus touchants avec l'indomptable et l'espiègle Brum, entre avalanches de bibelots et courses-poursuites en tous genres ! Un roman tendre et drôle qui séduira tous les amateurs de chats.
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.