Last summer, Chris Pascoe decided to stay at home with his two-and-a-half-year-old daughter Maya and disaster-prone tabby Brum. The result is a series of tales of death-defying feats. Paddling pools, gazebos, small birds and kitchens - all aspects of normal life can take a dangerous turn with the presence of Brum.
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.