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A Cat Called Birmingham

Classification
Genre	Comedy
Age Range	Adult
Category	Non-Fiction
ISBN-10	0340836075
ISBN-13	978-0340836071

Rights
World	Hodder and Stoughton
Film	Hodder and Stoughton

Publishers
UK (C'wealth)	Hodder
France	Editions France Loisirs
China	Business Weekly Publications

A Cat Called Birmingham

by Chris Pascoe

'I read this with tears of laughter rolling down my cheeks.' My Weekly.

In the long history of mankind's relationship with felines, one cat stands head and shoulders below the rest. Highly inflammable, the glass-jawed Birmingham lurches from one catastrophe to the next. Through encounters with washing machine spin cycles to his lovelorn pursuit of the aggressively uninterested Sammy, Chris Pascoe's hilarious book paints an intimate portrait of the author's calamitous relationship with a cat wholly unsuited to being feline.

Persistently molested by an irate sparrow, physically incapable of negotiating the intricacies of the cat-flap and with a near-fatal appreciation of the effects of gravity, Brum nevertheless remains steadfast in his subconscious pursuit of oblivion.

Worryingly, these stories are true. Will nine lives be enough?'

'This eccentric memoir has very little to do with the West Midland's favourite conurbation. Instead, it's the rather charming story of Mr Pascoe's own pet, a madcap moggy who can't help but cause mayhem . . . ' (Birmingham Sunday Mercury)

'I read this with tears of laughter rolling down my cheeks.' (Eila Reid, Editor of My Weekly)

'Charming' (The Bucks Free Press)

Samples: 1

from A CAT CALLED BIRMINGHAM

And so we sat, myself, Lorraine and Brum's live-in-partner-girl-cat Sammy, all watching TV, and Brum watching the twin bar electric fire. Brum was lying as cats do, head about seven inches from the ground, front paws tucked in and protruding in front, back in an upward arch. He was beginning to doze, or I think now maybe pass out in the intense heat, and his head kept dropping slightly forward and then shooting backwards. Finally he nodded off to sleep and his head dropped forward so that the top of his head faced the bars of the fire. At least, that's how it looked from where we were sitting. I think his fur must have been actually touching the bars. We really weren't paying that much attention. Lorraine had just said "Can you smell something burning?" when suddenly, with a noise like a great puff of air, Brum's whole head burst into flames. It's hard to explain the impact of seeing something like that. You just don't expect a cat's head to DO that. It was like he'd been thinking too hard and his brain had just given up and exploded.

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