How Mrs. Bucklestone's Emerald, who ""knew he was people,"" is almost convinced he's a cat--one of those stories that's set...

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I'M NOT A CAT, SAID EMERALD

How Mrs. Bucklestone's Emerald, who ""knew he was people,"" is almost convinced he's a cat--one of those stories that's set up just right, and paced just right, and worded just right (and drawn all right) so that it doesn't really matter that it doesn't matter. In the course of being cat-echized by the strange tabby, Emerald endorses fence-top song practice, a field of catnip, stalking a mouse and untold ""mysterious adventures""--the last proving ""without a doubt that you're a cat."" And so it might have been (""I am never going home to watch television"") if Mrs. Bucklestone hadn't called, and given him a dish of milk, and tucked him up on a soft, warm blanket. . . . Of course Emerald Enjoyed the Moonlight (and scorned TV) earlier; if memory serves, this is nippier.

Pub Date: Feb. 18, 1970

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Morrow

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 1970

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