In which The Little Furry Muse proves, once again, that she really is the star of this particular roadshow. Or sideshow. Yeah, sideshow might be a slightly more accurate description. With great disdain for my terrible record of book recommending abilities, she also makes it very clear that she approves of this particular book about cats. Although maybe not my reading so much.
With her able
assistance supervision, I get into my reading aloud groove once again, although not in pyjamas this time. I’ve already shown off my Mercaticorn nightie, after all, so I’m not sure I can top that one.
I also get slightly horrified by the idea that it’s been twenty years since I saw Cats in London, and sort out everyone’s birthday presents for the cat lovers in their life.
How about you, lovely people? Have you read Old Possum’s Books of Practical Cats, or seen Cats? Did you enjoy it? And what are your favourite pieces of fun verse? let me know below!