ATTICUS CATICUS

What a splendid cat(icus) is Atticus.

A beige-skinned kid with dark hair plays a cardboard drum to wake the sleepy feline: “Rat-a-tat-tat-ticus.” After a stretch and a hunch, Atticus “yawns with his whole head.” As the day continues, the text unfolds in a pattern, an abcb-rhyming stanza and then an exclamation that plays with the sounds in Atticus Caticus. The rattle of his food box calls Atticus to the kitchen. “He gobbles his food / without any delay, / then drinks from my glass / while I’m looking away. Atticus Caticus, / tummy so fat-ticus!” Then it’s time for lying in a sunbeam, when he becomes “Atticus Caticus, / flat-a-tat-tat-ticus.” Child and Atticus chat with a bird and play with a string, and Atticus stages a toe ambush. At the end of the day, “I get in the tub and / he comes to get clean. / He licks and he licks— / he’s a licking machine. / Atticus Caticus / bathes on a bath mat-ticus.” Then it’s to bed, where Atticus sleeps on his kid’s head (after some blanket kneading). Kramer’s energetic illustrations have the look of scribbly colored pencil over block-printed background patterns. Their bright and silly expressiveness is an excellent match for Maizes’ rollicking text, which should make for many enjoyable read-alouds.

Tongue-twister–y fun celebrating the joys of being owned by a cat.