For years, Tom Cox might have seemed like a regular, hard-living sort of bloke --a lover of late nights, rock music and beer -- but he had a dark, furry secret.
Tom was a cat lover. For a while, he kept his passion in check, but there was only so long he could postpone his true dream, especially after he met Dee, his moggy-loving soulmate.
He let London and his job as a rock critic behind, and he and Dee, her cat Janet and three new kittens, moved to a remote part of Norfolk.
They thought it would be easy. They thought their cat madness had reached its limit.
They were wrong. In Under the Paw, Tom records the chaos of owning seven of the most charismatic, idiotic and duplicitous cats in the country.
Suddenly on call around the clock for multiple sets of whiskers, Tom encounters death, depression, flying fur and the first human sentence spoken by a feline.
Running through all the maelstrom is the heartbreaking story of his relationship with The Bear, his oldest cat: a 'painfully sensitive' survivor moggy who may or may not be an evil genius.
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 256 pages
- Publisher: Simon & Schuster Ltd
- Publication Date: 02/03/2009
- Category: Cats as pets
- ISBN: 9781847391834
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Review by elliepotten
What can I say about this one...? Well, if the title appeals to you, then the book probably will too, because it pretty much does what it says on the tin. In a nutshell, Cox discusses the perils of being one of the minority breed of Cat Men, and covers the span of his time as a cat lover, right from his earliest, little-mentioned childhood friends Puss and Felix. Most of the book, however, is dedicated to the cats gracing the prime of his life - beginning when he first meets Dee, his future wife and an unashamedly enthusiastic cat woman. And so The Bear comes into his life: a temperamental black cat who may or may not be concocting evil plots, and who has a liking for Indian food and defecating in Dee's dressing gown pocket. Add to that Janet, a huge black hairball with the IQ of a teaspoon and a startling talent for creative vomiting, and you have the start of something huge.From there it's a rocky roller-coaster of cattishness. Into their newly-married life tumble three kittens: Brewer the adventurer, Ralph (previously Prudence - bit of a shock when that one came out) and Shipley (the Obnoxious Yappy Black Cat). Throw in a couple of house moves, a turtle, and a brief dalliance with a 'cat' the size of a puma, then add two more cats to the mix: Pablo (Overexcitable Retarded Ginger Cat, previously a feral tearaway) and Bootsy (Grey Dwarf Cat, finally a clever girl to keep Dee company!).Throw in a dash of tragedy and a whole lot of humour, and there you have it. A book that made me giggle out loud and cry a little bit as well. I have to admit, it did get a bit MUCH at times, and I was ready for the end when it came, but if I started to drift off there was always another cracking 'my cat does that!' moment to chuckle over and jerk me back into the book. In between the (long) chapters there are little humorous interludes which also helped, from a dictionary of cattish terms (do you know what a mousetache is? No?) to a definitive guide to successfully feeding six demanding characters at the same time.Would I read it again? Maybe, maybe not. Cox doesn't quite have that far-reaching humour that Deric Longden, for example, possesses in such wonderful quantities and which makes him so re-readable. I love cats, but I did feel that sometimes the book could have benefited from slightly less felines, slightly more rest of life, only with the spot-on humour staying intact instead of dying away on non-cat-related pages. Would I recommend it? Definitely...