I still think it's a great book and I know everything has an end but at the same time it's still sad. The last Norton book.

I did drag out the reading of this book more than I thought, because I instantly fell in love with Norton (although he is not as fabulous as a certain black and grey tabby named Minerva, as I can tell you without any hint of bias). I marvelled at his equanimity in traveling and his apparent lack of bad kitty habits such as scratching the furniture. I do have to question his taste in humans a bit, since he was apparently good friends with Roman Polanski, but then that individual's crime was committed long before Norton's time. I cried, as I knew I would, over Norton's health problems (it probably doesn't help that my own precious Minerva has FIV and will likely not live a full 16 years with me) and his passing. While a part of me understands that this little cat got much better and more expensive health care treatment than a great many people in this country, I could not fault his human for that.

All in all, I was very glad to have met Norton and am pleased to be able to share his story with someone else soon.

10 stars. I cried and cried at this book. What a good kitty. I think anyone who has ever had a cat companion will like the adventures of this kitty and his human.

Sad. Not as good as his other books.