This slender volume made me wonder what my six cats might be thinking. Do they like me or do I annoy them? Are they content to watch birds from the sun porch or do they feel like prisoners being forced to live their lives indoors? May Sarton gets us into the mind of a former Tomcat About Town as he navigates through dangerous territory. And she's correct. A cat that willingly surrenders some of his wildness in exchange for the love of a human is not getting a bad deal. My mother gave this to me for Christmas probably because I had cats and then I immediately read everything she had written. My mother told me years later that May Sarton’s father had come to Indiana University and lectured on the History of Science. She and my father met him. May Sarton came to Seattle in March 28, 1990, the day before my father died. I was lucky enough to be able to go see and hear her read. One of the more interesting questions that was asked of her was how she could reveal her most intimate feelings in her journals - she said her most intimate feelings were in her books not her journals. The journals were filled with day-to-day mundane stuff.
pedantic. Thought it would be a bit more humerous
—coco
One of my favorite little books
—ned
He will not be held.
—aliciaaahogan
Cute story
—s13
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—Ghost