But, this isn’t about her, it is about a kitten who showed up just over a month or so ago and really wanted a home. She was a wonderful loving lap cat that had found me one summer when I was working in my garden. Maybe cats don’t do enough to merit an entire story of anyone’s cat.Įven I have my own cat story, but I could probably only fill a page with it. Now, it wasn’t too bad when he veered off the subject of his own cat and gave some history or other lessons on cats, but I really didn’t want that either. Still, I admire Amory because he is an animal activist, but save me from this at Christmas. I just want a cute story about an animal. I am actually dramatizing this, but when I read a Christmas story, I don’t want to read about how lab cats are treated or how dolphins are slaughtered. Read this book years ago and loved it, but this year, well, all I can say is this: It is not a Christmas story instead it is a horror story. Any human who sacrifices their lifestyle to rescue a 1977 New York feline is okay with me. If he was writing today, there would be cute little GIFs about Polar Bear, with dancing reindeer.Ĥ.) This is written under chapters titled as, His Foreign Policy, His Hollywood, His Fitness Program.you get the picture. Cleveland Amory was a pioneer in animal protection and he wrote several engaging books about Polar Bear. Poor grimy cat.ģ.) This was written B.C.O.N. 1977! NYC at its filthiest, dimmest, and scariest. Methinks it was packaged for the money-spending holiday back when bookstores were bursting with buyers eager for new stories about.cats.Ģ.) This cat was rescued from a Manhattan street in 1977. The cat of the title was rescued on Christmas Eve.
Suffice it to say that in this hilarious battle, nine times out of ten, it is not the cat.1.) This really isn't a Christmas book. We will not spoil The Cat Who Came For Christmas by telling you who blinks first. Toe to toe they stand - Amory at six feet three, the cat at six inches - and eyeball to eyeball with each other on every issue: whether or not to come when called to recognize one's name to take a trip, a pill, a bath, or a walk on a leash to be civil to New People or even in an age when Thin Is In, why anyone in his right mind would want to be the Last Fat Cat. For the cat who came for Christmas is clearly of the Independent Type, and Cleveland Amory, cranky or not, is a pushover where animals are concerned. To say it is a friendly takeover is an understatement. 'Twas the night before Christmas when a bedraggled white feline entered the heart - and home - of Cleveland Amory. A cat charms its way into a curmudgeon's heart one hilarious holiday season in this "extraordinary" bestselling Christmas classic ( Parade), the perfect gift for the animal lover in your life.
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