I really likes this book a lot. People who know me are totally aware of my near-obsession with cats, and that I am very involved in cat rescue, and that am fostering lots of cats at any given moment. I can't get enough of Lolcats and can lose hours at cuteoverload.com and icanhascheezburger.com. But when it comes to reading longer stories about animals and animal rescue, I usually can't handle the overabundance of sappiness (and sometimes self-righteousness) that is ever-present. So I am happy to report that this book isn't sappy at all. And in fact, it's awesome.
I saw it on a table at Barnes & Noble, bought it, and had it finished less than 24 hours later. I just couldn't put it down. The book focuses on the author's cat Homer, who she adopted as a blind 6-week-old kitten. The important thing to note is that he had a severe eye infection before he ever even opened his eyes, so he had never actually seen at all. This never-having-seen-at-all comes up later and is the source of some pretty funny stories. The author was naturally worried about him from the beginning, but Homer made it clear pretty quick that he was not at any sort of disadvantage. The most notable thing about him is that his eyes had been removed, pretty much to save his life, and his eyelids were sewn shut--so he looked a little funny to people who first met him.
The book is a true memoir, in that Cooper tells us all the major things going on in her life. This is kind of interesting, as Homer (and her other two cats) are a major part of her life, and influence so many things. But I can say that I was far less interested in her dating life and perfect marriage and stuff that dominated the end of the book.
Here's my favorite story from the book: Homer has no concept of sight, right? But in every other way, he's a totally normal cat. So he would set out to stalk one of the other cats in the house, and he would do a bang-up job of it, moving stealthily and making no noise, etc. But there was one problem--he'd do it right in front of the other cats, who would be looking right at him as he gradually inched towards them. Every time, he'd end up with a swat on the head, and a look on his face of, "How did she catch me THAT TIME?! I didn't make any noise!" I just think this is adorable.
So if you wonder if this had any real impact on my life, let me just tell you that right after I finished, I decided I needed to adopt a blind cat myself. (Lest you think this is a crazy spontaneous thing, I lost my two oldest cats over the past 14 months, and I've been pondering adopting a special needs cat for a while). I found a little guy named Spider on petfinder.com and went through the rescue's application process, and I'll be picking up Spider this coming weekend. Yay!
UPDATE ON SPIDER
I just thought I'd give an update on my little Spider-man for anyone who wonders how that "whim" turned out--he's doing great. He's such a happy boy, and he loves to be close to me, though he is getting more and more confident navigating my untidy house. He spent several weeks living in my bedroom where for the most part he was alone, but now that the other cats have gotten used to him, he seeks them out occasionally. He sometimes walks into things, but he's smart enough to never walk to fast, and he often senses objects before he actually hits them. He's not nearly as confident or enthusiastic as Homer, but he's my adorable and clumsy kitty and I adore him.