This is the story of Joey, who gets turned into a rat and becomes a reluctant hero when he pulls a spork from a scone. I liked the silly premise, and expected a playful light read. But the writing was mediocre, the similes and metaphors were uninspired, and there were too many places where I could not suspend disbelief. If the rats just talked and wore clothes and did magic, that would have been fine, but there is absolutely no reason for rats to be jousting with popsicle sticks. And using cats as steeds is just too far in the realm of fantasy. I don't care if you raised it from a kitten, the word "obey" is not in a cat's vocabulary. If a cat likes you, it might defend you, but it won't do work for you. It certainly won't tolerate being told when to go and when to stop, like a horse or a dog, or carry anything you strap to it, including strangers. Just no.
Then there is the issue of language. At the beginning, Joey met a rat who claimed to be a Ragician. He explained that Man does magic, and Rats do ragic. I rolled my eyes at that, but let it go. In chapter 11, the rats send Joey to a Squirrel who is a Squagician. He does Squagic. Oh, for the love of... I like silliness, but this is just... *shakes head*
Later, Joey fights with Ratscalibur (the spork) and the author describes him as slicing, hacking, and slashing. Um, it's a spork. It could stab, but it can't cut; a spork has no sharp edges. Then an enemy rat gets an arm around Joey's neck, and Joey hacks off his fingers... Would these be the fingers around Joey's neck? Hacking at something around one's own neck is a very awkward and difficult maneuver at best (think about the angle, the leverage needed, the balance of the weapon), but to slice the other guy's hand without slicing into your own neck or shoulder...I'm not sure that's even possible.
But I think what bugged me most is that people kept acting in ways that didn't make any sense. For example, when Joey finally gets changed back and goes home after having been missing for two days, his mom is so relieved, at first they just hug and feel grateful. Then she asks him where he's been; he says he can't tell her, and she just accepts that. I find that even more impossible than cat steeds. I don't care how grateful the mom is to have her kid back, she would want to know where the hell he's been, and every additional moment of ignorance would gnaw at her and drive her crazy. She needs an explanation, and she needs it NOW. If he can't tell her the truth, he needs to make up some plausible explanation, and should have had one ready the moment he walked through the door. And that's just one example out of many. Too many.
This book might be fun for young kids who aren't too concerned with things needing to make sense. Maybe kids around 4-6 years old, if an adult could read it to them without getting visibly annoyed.