This book is a large shallow tray filled with cream. At it's best it is charming, when not at it's best it feels like a neverending series of precis of books which have cats in them.
The book emerged out of a British library exhibition mewing and scratching at carpets.
That the author's think that writers and cats are a good match suggests that their experience of cats dates from that happy age of typewriters, the modern cat is so keen to either sleep on laptops and keyboards or walk across them, determined to add their say to the page, that they are an impediment and challenge to the homeworker.
I noticed that according to this book, the early Japanese stories with cats tend to depict them as sinister beings, while in modern Japanese literature, they may still be magical but tend to be positive forces in the lives of the protagonists. I wondered what brought this change about, possibly it was part of a broader realignment in Japanese metaphysics?
I also noticed that of the dozen or so books mentioned here that I had actually read, I had mostly forgotten that they had cats in them. Ok, so there is a cat in "Ulysses", but not in the "Odyssey", however it is neither significant not central, and that's the issue with this book, it doesn't discriminate, it has some great literary cats and some odd literary cat lovers in it, but also a lot more forgettable beasts.