My Mummy has just finished reading this book called A Street Cat Named Bob and she loved it so much. I watched her as she was reading and I saw her smile one minute and almost crying the next. She also kept looking at me, really deep into my eyes so that our souls spoke to each other. She told me she loved me very much, and that just like Bob helped his owner (or human parent) find hope and a life worth living, I had done the same to her.
I told her back with my eyes that she had given me hope and a life worth living too. You see I was an abandoned kitten and lost my real Mummy so I was scared and alone (apart from having my little sister Lily with me, who I hope has now found a loving home like me). When my human Mummy came to rescue me at the cat shelter I knew she was the one for me and I made sure she knew it too. Just like Bob knew his Daddy James was his straight away. They were made for each other, just like me and my Mummy.
Bob is one cool cat. He used to go busking in London with his Daddy.
Me and my Mummy rescued each other. That's the truth of it.
Here's my Mum's review:
As a cat lover I've read many books of this genre. Some were great, others OK, but I have to say that I absolutely loved this book. I was captivated from the beginning and could not put it down. It made me cry one minute and smile the next. It's such a heartwarming, inspiring story about the deep relationship between a street musician/Big Issue seller and an intelligent and very sweet ginger tom cat. I read it in 2 days and was kind of disappointed when it ended. I'd love to see this true story made into a movie.