Barbara L. reviewed on 5/5/2017 + 988 more book reviews

Tis the night before Christmas when a bedraggled white feline enters the heart -- and home -- of Cleveland Amory. To say it is a friendly takeover is an understatement. For the cat who came for Christmas is clearly of the Independent Type, and Cleveland Amory, who has rescued many a homeless creature as president of The Fund for Animals, is, where his own pets are concerned, primarily a "dog man."

As it is with all good relationships, domestic skirmishes are their modus vivendi. Toe-to-toe they stand - Amory at six feet three, the cat at six inches - and eyeball-to-eyeball each other on every issue - whether or not to come when called, to recognize one's name, to take a trip, a pill, a bath or a walk on a leash, to be civil to New People, or even in an age when Thin Is In why anyone in his right mind would want to be the Last Fat Cat. We will not spoil 'he Cat Who Came for Christmas by telling you who blinks first. Suffice it to say that in this hilarious battle, nine times out of ten it is not the cat.

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