Lately I have lost a little weight...us older pusscats have to watch our health! But when I was a really big boy, Daddy Tim asked the vet what to do since they were already feeding me diet food (I had no idea; it was yummy). She said to give me fewer treats. She said, "He won't notice. A treat is a treat to kitties. Cats can't count." |
This Betsy Lewin, who made this book, really knows how to paint cats (on paper...you should never actually put paint on a cat; it will only make a mess and make us mad--and cats know revenge...don't think that grooming session during your dinner party or that hairball in your shoe was an accident...).
Back to the book, the human telling the story knows a lot of people with a lot of cats. It starts:
"I have one cat.
A fat cat.
A fun cat.
I have one cat."
His brother has two. His sister has three. His uncle has four, and his cousin has five. Very sensible family.
Then the book asks you to add (which means count everything) and there have been 15 cats so far.
The human's Gram has six cats...now, that might be getting to be a bit much. Humans if you have too many cats, you can't pay enough attention to each one. We each need a certain amount of ME-ow time.
His neighbor has seven. His teacher eight. His preacher has nine (I don't know what a preacher is, but it seems to be a human that makes cats sit on wooden benches in a line for a long time...I wouldn't like that). And a random farmer near by has ten. Yipe!
According to the book that is 55 cats. That is too much "adding" for me to do, so I will take the book's word. But then the narrating human's fat cat has five kittens! And suddenly there are 60 cats in this book. Wow. Just wow!
I like this book, and I think little humans who have to learn this math thing would like it too. Betsy Lewin is an excellent maker of cat books. She makes each cat look different and most of them are doing things cats do. (Cats do not dance...or wear clothes. Haven't you humans learned that yet?) I give this book three and a half treats.
Yellow Bouncy Ball is still king (or queen...how to you know with a ball?) but Feather Stick was distracting Bubble enough this morning for me to have a peaceful breakfast...you have no idea how annoying it is to have your sissie cat stare at you while you eat. And I know if I walk away she'll eat MY food! I sometimes wonder if the mousies are encouraging her to eat so she'll be too fat to chase them. That sounds like a mousie plot. Further investigation is needed (into the plot...I know Bubble's fat). |