Or you might call it ""Victory for the Siamese"" for this is the record of the unabashed capitulation of the author and her husband to the cats -- first Sugieh and then her children, of whom they kept two, Solomon and Sheba. Anyone who hasn't will get a good idea of the fearful force of felines when they read of the mischief, depredations, personality projections and general physical and mental havoc this breed can produce, and the pleasure of their company is enlarged by the Toveys' recovery from their first illusions to a bewailing realization of what they were enduring. Here is no sentimental posturing about little beauties for mother, and the children after her death, are as full of cunning, wickedness, irritating games and stupid actions as any conceivable beastie. There are hilarious moments when cats and humans clash, when curiosity gets the better of the animals and human retrievers are needed, when social moments take on a quality of delirium, when the little troublemakers tell the whole wide world of their ill treatment -- and when sometimes the Toveys admit defeat. A book for those whose world is bounded and ruled by cats; even those who can take-them-or-leave-them will find a generous serving of amusement here. If Translations from the Siamese by Warren Cheatham-Strode (McGraw-Hill, P. 319) found friends this should follow right in its steps.