My Cat Spit McGee by Willie MorrisMy Cat Spit McGee by Willie Morris

My Cat Spit McGee

byWillie Morris

Paperback | November 14, 2000

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With endearing humor and unabashed compassion, Willie Morris--a self-declared dog man and author of the classic paean to canine kind, My Dog Skip--reveals the irresistible story of his unlikely friendship with a cat. Forced to confront a lifetime of kitty-phobia when he marries a cat woman, Willie discovers that Spit McGee, a feisty kitten with one blue and one gold eye, is nothing like the foul felines that lurk in his nightmares.

For when Spit is just three weeks old he nearly dies, but is saved by Willie with a little help from Clinic Cat, which provides a blood transfusion. Spit is tied to Willie thereafter, and Willie grows devoted to a companion who won't fetch a stick, but whose wily charm and occasional crankiness conceal a fount of affection, loyalty, and a "rare and incredible intelligence." My Cat Spit McGee is one of the finest books ever written about a cat, and a moving and entertaining tribute to an enduring friendship.
Willie Morris died in 1999.
Title:My Cat Spit McGeeFormat:PaperbackDimensions:160 pages, 7.98 × 5.16 × 0.45 inPublished:November 14, 2000Publisher:Knopf Doubleday Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0375706933

ISBN - 13:9780375706936


Read from the Book

I would be sitting in my chair at the house at Northside and Normandy and his habit was to approach the chair, position himself between my feet and look up longingly at me. Then he would climb my leg into my lap. A dozen or more times a night he would do this. That was when I started trying seriously to talk to him, as he sat in my lap on these evenings. I would talk to him about my dogs Skip and Pete, or what I had done that day, or an Atlanta Braves game I was watching on TV, and he would stare at me, and blink his eyes, and make the incomprehensible movements of his tail and whiskers. This might suggest how radically far I had come, to be actually trying to converse with a kitten.Then one night after playing outdoors, he did not come home. He was gone for several hours. I had read somewhere of the high mortality rates of kittens and young cats: killed by dogs, run over, lost far from home, wounded by sadistic Homo sapiens. We had purposefully decided to let him, as with his mother, Rivers Applewhite, go outdoors on his own, and now I was disturbed by that decision. He had almost died at birth, and then most certainly would have done so two weeks later had it not been for Clinic Cat, and this now was the third of a succession of traumas we would have with him over time. I walked from house to house in the neighborhood. I got in the car and roamed the vicinity looking for him. I remembered with lucid anathema how Skip had disappeared in Yazoo City, Mississippi, in 1944, and Pete in Oxford, Mississippi, in 1982, and I wanted none of that now. When I was getting down to writing about this, the Cat Woman reminded me of the episode in searing particulars: "You wouldn't speak to me. You told me it was my fault because I'd gotten you involved with a damned cat and you couldn't deal with him. You said you didn't begin to understand cats and were sick and tired of them. You closed yourself in your room. Just like anytime anything happened to one of our cats later on, you were nuts. And you, the cat hater! We'd given up on Spit. Late that night, we were crying and discussing all the details of his short little life."And then, right in that instant, we heard a faint noise outside the front window. It sounded like meeow. I went to the window. And there was Spit McGee.

From Our Editors

This funny and endearing book by Willie Morris is all about his uncomfortable relationship with a cat. In My Cat Spit McGee, confirmed dog lover Morris falls in love with a woman who owns a cat: a feisty kitten with mismatched eyes. The new relationship forces the author to get over his kitty-o-phobia. The two become fast friends after Willie saves little Spit's life. This odd, engaging tale received excellent reviews from Entertainment Weekly and Southern Living. Morris is also the author of My Dog Skip.

Editorial Reviews

"Funny and endearing." --The Washington Post Book World

"[Willie Morris is] one of the most beloved writers of the modern South." --The New York Times

"Remarkably engaging. . . . Morris poignantly captures the deep, elusive kinship between man and kitty." --Entertainment Weekly

"In this lovely sequel to My Dog Skip, Morris shows that old dogs can learn new tricks." --Southern Living