Reviews of books about cats have been a standard element on my blog over the years, though not for quite a while now. The new Reading the Meow challenge, hosted by Mallika of Literary Potpourri, was a good excuse to revive the feature. I read all of these from the library. #ReadingtheMeow2023 #LoveYourLibrary

Alfie, who turned 15 last month, accompanies me in all things, including reading. I made him a medallion for his birthday that reads “World’s Best Cat” on one side and “World’s Most Annoying Cat” on the other.

The Cats We Meet Along the Way by Nadia Mikail (2022)

Just the one cat, actually. (Ripoff!) But Fleabag, a one-eared stray ‘the colour of gone-off curry’ who just won’t leave, is a fine companion on this end-of-the-world Malaysian road trip. Mikail’s debut teen novel, which won the Waterstones Children’s Book Prize 2023, imagines that news has come of an asteroid that will make direct contact with Earth in one year. The clock is ticking; just nine months remain. Teenage Aisha and her boyfriend Walter have come to terms with the fact that they’ll never get to do all the things they want to, from attending university to marrying and having children.

Aisha’s father died of cancer when she was young, and her older sister June disappeared two years ago. Aisha decides that what is most important now is finding June and trying to heal their estrangement, so she and Walter set out in a campervan with his parents and her mother (and Fleabag, of course). Mikail sensitively portrays the tangle of anger, grief and fear these characters feel, and it’s interesting to encounter the food and flora of a country that will be unfamiliar to many. Even though everything feels doomed, there are hopeful tasks Aisha and her family can be part of. Teens will no doubt be smart enough to realise that we face a similar calamity in the form of climate breakdown; it’s just that the timescale is a little different.

A Cat in the Window by Derek Tangye (1962)

My second from Tangye. I’ve read from The Minack Chronicles out of order because I happened to find a free copy of Lama a few years ago and read it for Novellas in November. Tangye wasn’t a cat fan to start with, but Monty won him over. They met in the Savoy hotel when Tangye and Jeannie were newlyweds of three months, and Monty was six weeks old. He lived with them first in the London suburb of Mortlake, then on their flower farm in Cornwall. During the London years they kept long hours and often returned from gatherings at 2 a.m., to be met with Monty in the front window giving a lordly and annoyed glare.

When they moved to Minack there was a sense of giving Monty his freedom and taking joy in watching him live his best life. In between, they were evacuated to St Albans and briefly lived with Jeannie’s parents and Scottie dog, who became Monty’s nemesis. Ever after, he would attack dogs he saw on the canal path. In Cornwall, the threats to a free-roaming cat included foxes and rabbit traps, but Monty survived into his 16th year, happily tolerating a few resident birds: Hubert the gull, Charlie the chaffinch and Tim the robin.

Tangye writes warmly and humorously about Monty’s ways and his own development into a man who is at a cat’s mercy.

I had observed … that cat owners … were apt to fall into two types. Either they ignored the cat, put it out a night whatever the weather, left it to fend for itself when they went away on holidays, and treated it, in fact, as a kind of better class vermin; or else they worshipped the animal like a god. The first category appeared callous, the second devoid of sense.

He portrays life as a series of manageable incidents. This was really the perfect chronicle of life with a cat, from adoption through farewell. It’s the kind of thing I might like to write about Alfie, if only for my husband’s and my benefit, after he shuffles off this kitty coil.

Cats in Concord by Doreen Tovey (2001)

My seventh from Tovey. I can hardly believe that, having started her writing career in the 1950s, she was still publishing into the new millennium! (She lived 1918–2008.) Tovey was addicted to Siamese cats. As this volume opens, she’s so forlorn after the death of Saphra, her fourth male, that she instantly sets about finding a replacement. Although she sets strict criteria she doesn’t think can be met, Rama fits the bill and joins her and Tani, her nine-year-old female. They spar at first, but quickly settle into life together. As always, there are various mishaps involving mischievous cats and eccentric locals (I have a really low tolerance for accounts of folksy neighbours’ doings). The most persistent problem is Rama’s new habit of spraying.

Towards the end, Tani succumbs to a virus while Rama recovers … and guess what, Tovey immediately gets a replacement. In fact, the last lines of the book are “If anyone reading this book has lost a beloved cat and is grieving, I would urge them to get another. I am sure they were put into this world for our admiration—and I think that they think that way too.” I’m probably done with Tovey; Cats in the Belfry and Cats in May were terrific, but it’s been diminishing returns ever since and I’ve ended up skimming most of the last few I tried.

I also recently enjoyed these two picture books, one about a cat’s mercurial day-and-night moods and the other about an indoor cat who doesn’t realize how good he has it. (Also pictured in the left-hand photograph above.)