I was a little surprised to discover that this book is not about me! But I liked the fact that it had loads of pictures, and it only took my human about 15 minutes to read it to me. It’s about a little boy whose beloved cat dies and how he deals with the cat’s death. I thought it was going to be depressing but it wasn’t because eventually he winds up with a kitten and learns to love it too. The one thing that disturbed me is that the new kitten was a tortoiseshell, like Binga, and she did a lot of the same things Binga did—lick humans on the chin, play with shoelaces and the like. “Wow,” I thought, “is this kid gonna have a handful when that kitten grows up!” But of course, they don’t get into that in the book. Maybe they will have a sequel.