Next to keeping cats around the house, people apparently enioy writing about them. THE GREATEST CAT STORIES EVER TOLD will introduce you to a wide range of these writers and a wide range of felines: Rhubarb, the bad-tempered yellow tom who inherits a big-league baseball team; Lily, the seductive tortoiseshell who can wrap her owner around her little paw; George Eliot, the silver tabby who may be a bit of a hypochondriac; Calvin, the fastidious Maltese who was so well loved and well lamented; and Ming, the posses- Sive Siamese who develops a taste for blood; along with many other cats—every one of them a unique individual. Each story in this volume has been selected with the most finicky cat lover in mind, selected not only for their intrinsic literary value but also for their ability to convey that special something—that mysterious allure of the cat.
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This book of cat stories was published in 2001; whether they are the greatest cat stories, as the Author notes in the Introduction, is a slippery concept, but I did enjoy reading these stories.
Out of the thirty stories, which are both stand-alone stories and excerpts from other literature, I personally enjoyed “Ming’s Biggest Prey” by Patricia Highsmith, “The Cat That Walked By Himself” by Rudyard Kipling, “Puss-in-Boots” by Angela Carver, “Mehitabel and her Kittens” by Don Marquis, “Tobermory” by Saki, and “The Story of Webster” by P. G. Wodehouse. Some of the stories I had read before (of course, Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Black Cat” is included), and some I had not read before.
This was a very good book for my bedtime reading, and I am glad to have read this book.
A diverse collection of short stories by 30 different authors, a rich treasury filled with tales (and tails) of unforgettable cats. Purr-fectly delightful!!!!
"To gain the friendship of a cat is not an easy thing. It is a philosophic, well-regulated creature of habit and a lover of order and cleanliness. It does not give its affections indiscriminately. It will consent to be your friend if you are worthy of the honor, but it will not be your slave. With all of its affection, it preserves its freedom of judgement, and it will not do anything for you which it considers unreasonable, but once it has given its love, what absolute confidence, what fidelity of affection! It will make itself the companion of your hours of work, of loneliness, or of sadness. It will lie the whole evening on your knee, purring and happy in your society, and leaving the company of creatures of its own kind to be with you. Sometimes, when seated in front of you, it gazes at you with such soft melting eyes, such a human and caressing look, that you are almost awed, for it seems impossible that reason can be absent from it."