Cat at Christmas
Series: Sammy the Cat, Book 2
By: Candy Rae / Narrated By: Elliott Crossley
Length: 1 hr and 4 mins
Sammy’s back! with this treat sure to delight friends of felines
I did so enjoy Cat in Charge, Sammy the Cat’s first foray into the world of literature! So naturally when I saw that he had a, well for good glorious sake: A Christmas book? Dude, I was so totally THERE!
And I must say that here in Cat at Christmas, he’s in just as fine a form as ever he was, explaining to one and all just how a cat, well, a decent, self-respecting cat, experiences Christmas. Here you’ll find how it’s actually all about it being Tree Bauble Time (As who DOESn’t wanna run up and down a tree, batting at and smashing baubles, knocking the tree over if the humans have forgotten to tie the tree firmly to the wall?!?), and it’s a very merry time to be a kitten too! Cat toys are especially good for them, but for older cats, they’d dearly prefer the real thing (And don’t even think about a waving around a wand with some fake, fluffy bird at them!). Ahh, but catnip will always be appreciated: And Sammy gets into his stash yet again, and we’re treated to a stoned and spazzed-out cat drooling and snorting, or speeding his furry little behind off, zipping… and drooling and snorting…
By the way? They believe in leaving presents for their humans too as Tree Bauble Time isn’t solely about cats (Hmm, okay that’s not true—it IS solely about cats, but they’ll share). They’re sure the rat heads are a great hit as there’s usually a lot of screaming that goes with the discovery of plenty of heads left on the doorstep.
And cats love the season so much that they have their own carols that they sing to celebrate. Fine ditties such as The 10 Years of Christmas where they kill, observe, sleep, and such all for each year. And don’t forget about decking the halls with lots of hairballs. That one always goes over well. To round it all off, they bring in the New Year with “Auld Lang Syne” just like everyone else, the straight human version, not all catted up.
Elliott Crossley turns in a most enjoyable performance just as he did with Sammy’s earlier book, capturing a cat contemplating the joys of delectable turkey left unattended, getting irate about Christmas pudding with its many truly aBOMINable ingredients, feeling disgusted that there are always so many Visitors dropping by and drinking their brandy neat. And of course, there IS that bout of catnip fever that Crossley fearlessly throws his heart and soul into. I tell you, I was laughing at the danged Walmart, even as I was getting jostled at my check-out station. Had it not been for Sammy decrying the use of disgusting raisins in the Christmas pudding, I think I woulda decked someone.
This is toooo short, by far, but it’s a perfect listen if you’re stuck wrapping gifts or rolling rum balls out. But at barely over an hour, it packs quite a chucklesome punch, sure to make you chuckle, chortle, and look at your own furry lap-warmer as (s)he dreams of Santa Claws… or even of that fat guy who decks himself out in red and goes up and down the chimney (And if the fat guy gets to do it, what’s wrong with a cat doing it? Yes, yes, yes, said cat’ll be leaving black paw prints all over the white carpet, but what a festive design!).
Truly a delightful listen. And if I can get through the check-out line at Walmart during Christmas not only without damaging anyone but feeling merry and bright?
Like I said: Dude, I am sooo THERE!
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