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Woohoo! Just wanted to share with you all a most pawesome review of my book! This editorial review gets to the "heart" of what my story is all about! Hope you enjoy this and please pick up a copy of your own Piggy book!
Review Reviewed By Jane Finch for Readers' Favorite Piggy by Karen Malena is a delightful story involving a cat and a mouse and their unusual friendship. Goober, a mother cat, has an adopted kitten, Peanut, and she entertains him by telling him the story of Piggy the cat and a mouse named Melvin. The story involves an assortment of other animals and takes the reader on a journey into the animal world. In a clever twist, Peanut finds out that the story his mother is telling him has far more meaning than he expected, and that someone close to him is involved in a way he had not imagined. The idea of the mother cat soothing her restless kitten with a story is charming, and the story itself is captivating. This is a clever story that, although probably aimed at middle-grade age, would be lovely read to a younger child by a parent. I also think older children and even adults would enjoy the story and the antics of the animals. The author, Karen Malena, has done a really good job of weaving in a few life lessons. The fact that a cat and a mouse can be friends shows the importance of friendships and helping one another, even though the perception would be that they would be enemies. This is a gentle book with a story that is fun and enjoyable and also an exciting adventure. It's also about caring for one another and not always taking things on face value. I think it would make a perfect bedtime story where the reader could explain the story and its interpretations to a younger child. Many thanks for a great review! This Piggy cat's smiling!
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Here it is, Sunday night. I must admit I'm extremely purrplexed about something. Why is it that my little sister Goober has so much energy? I mean, I take care of myself, wash daily, eat the right foods and get plenty of exercise. But no matter what, she always has to outdo me in every way. She jumps higher, runs faster and doesn't appear to need sleep as much as I do.
Well, I'm not as young as I once was. But I'll tell you what. There's something to be said for being an older but wiser cat. I don't make the mistakes I used to by poking my whiskers into places I shouldn't. Try crawling behind a furnace or some other dark, damp place and see what sort of riff raff clings to your whiskers. Young Goober hasn't learned that yet though. To her, the house is her playground and she'll poke and prod whatever corner she wants. Hey, someday she's gonna realize you can't do whatever you feel like. Take for instance the pool table. Yeah, when she was younger, she'd climb right into the pockets around the table. Not so anymore. But does that stop her? Nope. She thinks she can still cram that body into the holes. I'm sure someday she'll be yowling as she begs me to rescue her. You know where I'll be? Sipping a tall, cold glass of milk, and eating tuna bon bons while I meow my butt off. A little Piggy humor, for all my great new peeps;
Let's hope your day is bright and our friendship is for keeps. You know I like to rhyme some words every once in a while; It's only 'cause I really like to see my friends all smile. So here's to your day, may it be a lot of fun; And when it's over, to your computer you must run. Remember to stop by and give this Piggy lots of attention; Like my comments, be my friend, and your name I might mention. It's time to have some awesome snacks, for now my prose must end; I love you guys and want to thank you for being this cat's friend. The day my human brought home a squirming, mewling box and laid it at my feet with joy and glee upon his face, I wondered, hmmm, is this something wonderful? Is it some sort-of interactive toy purrhaps?
Nope! The box was filled with a silly grey kitten, a most annoying one I might add. the little fiend tried to make friends with me right away, tried to get me to actually play with it.....oh the inhumanity! When Goober, as the kitten came to be known, tried laying next to me, purring and looking at me with those big eyes of hers, well, okay, I guess you could say my hard exterior cracked a bit. She was rather sweet, though a bit too frisky for an older cat like me. Living with Goober as she's grown in the last year has taught me a lot of things. Mostly tons of patience. But she's brought something to me as well. Joy and humor. She is a fun little furball, and she makes me feel young again. She lets me bathe her and take care of her which is a natural instinct for me. And she shares her food bowl which is most important, since I am the alpha cat after all. The moral of the story is this: give another kitten a chance. You never know in your loneliness if they won't be the best new friend or sister or brother that you've ever had. Life just wouldn't be the same without Goober and I'm glad my human brought her home. |
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