Spock and Dracs: The Wilderness Weeks - Extracts from the Diaries of Two Siamese Lodgers [Paperback]

MUST BUY FOR EVERY CAT LOVER It has been called the surprise success story of the season - and it's not surprising for, once you've entered the lives of these two fickle felines, you're hooked, especially if you have ever owned a cat yourself. All profits go to the pDSA, though some really should go towards mental health care for those who have been driven to screaming frustration by a cat. The little book is a three-week diary of two brother Siamese cats which come north to Birtley from their home in Southern England. They share their home with Simon and his partner, or at least tolerate their presence, and their condescending account of life with mere human beings, and their unaccountable ways, is a sheer delight. No wonder they've had to repring it already.

Written in diary form, by two Siamese cats, "Spock and Dracs, The Wilderness Weeks" tells of a 3 week stay with Ann, when Simon, with whom they normally live was on holiday. Considered, by the two feline authors, to be a literary masterpiece, they are baffled at how it frequently reduces human readers to helpless laughter. How they settle in and mercilessly manipulate Ann will ring a bell with everyone who has ever owned a cat, Siamese or otherwise.

Selfless to the last, the Siamese authors are giving all their profits to the Peoples Dispensary for Sick Animals (PDSA). So are the translator/editor and illustrator, even though they're only human.

Thu 21st Ann's quite nimble for her age. It's surprising how quickly she can move when Dracs is about to be sick. She jumps straight off the chair, picks up a newspaper and is over to him. All in one fluid movement. I don't know why she thinks it's such a treat for him to be sick on a tatty old newspaper. He much prefers the carpet.

Thu 4th It gets quite cold once Ann switches the central heating off, so Spock and I tried sleeping on her bed last night instead of settling down on the settee like we normally do. Considering how small she is, for a human, Ann takes up far too much of the bed. She would insist on stretching out right under the very middle of the duvet. It took Spock and me half the night to nudge her over to the edge of the bed so we could get into a comfortable position ourselves.

Ann wanted to know how it is she manages to find cat letter all over the living room carpet, when our tray's so big and deep. Had the cheek to ask us if we play football when we're in it. Has she no shame? As I said to Spock, do we ask her what the strange noises are when she's in the bathroom? And why the towels are too wet and soggy to curl up on when she finally comes out.