THE CAT WHO COULDN'T PURR by Polly Cameron

THE CAT WHO COULDN'T PURR

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KIRKUS REVIEW

. . . ought to evoke sympathy. He had learned a great deal when he decided to leave home and wander across the mountains, but his general education had omitted purring. So when he heard a bubbling brook and was pleased, he tried to purr but nothing happened. Pronto, he set his sights on home and mother, turned around, went back over the mountains and ran up the familiar hill. ""You're home"" purred his mother. ""At last"", purred his father. And he was so happy to be home again that he began to purr. The pictures are not of the soft-kitty variety; rather they are stiff, almost unyielding line affairs which are adequate rather than appealing, in black, white, grey and orange, with a sombre jacket. The binding is pretty shock-proof and children do like kittens' purring. Some very good points, some not so good.

Pub Date: Oct. 18th, 1957
Publisher: Coward-McCann