As anyone who buys this book is already a terminal cat addict (you paying attention Peter) then what can I do but not be too catty (ouch) & find a kind word to say about it.  I was expecting to loath it, like I do pussys in general, but instead was charmed by it’s silliness and knowing gay references. The book has one fine illustration per page – from NEW YORKER cartoonist Victoria Roberts in her trademark fun and witty style contrasted to one quote which all follow the same construction ‘ you know your cats gay if….’, most of them are funny, some of them are wonderful, one or two missed the litter tray, but again remember that I am a feline heathen, this might well become the greatest cat book ever in your pussy loving circles. It's very American Homo originated but then again it would be wouldn’t it.

This hard covered neat little book finds revealing clues in all areas of cathood, including personal hygiene ('Does the litter tray smell suspiciously of Chanel No. 5?'), cat toys ('Keep your paws off his very special collection of Cher and Limited Edition Barbies'), accessories ('Does your cat insist on travelling in a custom Hermes carrier?') and so on.

Here is a book that lays claim to know the answer to the perennially puzzling question of your cat's sexual orientation. If your cat is anything like any of these cartoons that you could always read the book to them, & depending on how they’ve been behaving you could use your evil Bette Davis voice full of the threat of the Krystal cat nip supply being cut off, or the more beguiling Eartha Kitt voice. Its not about your cats real behaviour and you will be sadly disappointed if you are trying to use this book to establish the sexuality of your cat. If you are doing so, it’s time to see a doctor. Not for the cat but for you darling. Ok.

Out Now, £6.99 from some very select emporiums, as would be expected from a book about such a refined pussy or from all good bookshops.