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Meow Means Me! Now!
a Rhyming Feline Allegory

From Pam DelaBar, President,

Cat Fanciers' Association, Inc.

"Maggie Bishop's Meow Means Me! Now! is a must read for cat lovers. Dictated by Hunter (the cat) to Maggie over the course of his 20 year life, it is a clever, yet poignant, celebration of the feline-human bond from Hunter's rhyming viewpoint."

Imagine yourself as a 20 year old cat looking back on your life.  Hunter tells a twelve-line story for each of his years, including training his guardians, loving the new baby girl and then a baby boy, surviving a car accident, moving, Grandpa moving in--normal events in the life of a Havana Brown feline.
One of his guardians, Maggie Bishop, took most of the photographs.  The baby Brayden's and stand-in feline Clyde's photos were taken by Eileen Strahl.

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ISBN 1-59513-003-9  $8
6" x 4.5" Gift Book

5.0 out of 5 stars Hunter's Story -- A Neat Cat Saga That Touches the Child in Every Reader's Heart, November 20, 2008
Maggie Bishop did not write Meow Means Me! Now! for children; however, I find it has great value for children of all ages. We are all children inside, and she wrote it for the cat-loving children we are.

First, the book can be read by a mother expecting a child. An expectant mother can gain pleasure reading to her unborn baby. (When I was pregnant, my daughter was in constant motion. If I read rhymed poetry aloud, she settled down. I believe she enjoyed the reading.)

Next, newborn babies love to look at black-and-white contrasting pictures. Authorities say that infants relate to this kind of pictures more than to color photographs. MEOW is full of delightful black-and-white photos. The rhymed verses are suitable to read to an infant.

Then some of the pages can be read each night for bedtime stories. In a gentle, loving way the book teaches about death. Children need to discuss this subject. (They are exposed to it in crass ways all too often on television!)

Those of us who are young at heart delight in the happiness and sadness of the rhyming feline allegory. I will treasure this book and keep it near the couch in my living room.

All you children, no matter how old you are, should buy several of these and give them for Christmas gifts. I recommend this book with love! Thanks to Maggie Bishop for sharing this poignant portion of her life in this clever coffee-table delight.

When I read Maggie Bishop's book Meow Means Me! Now! I immediately fell in love with the book.  It spoke to me instantly, and I don't even have a cat (yet).  I know hundreds of cat lovers, cat foster parents, cat shelters and cat advocates that would truly appreciate the beauty of this book.  
     --S Dahl, Amelia Island, FL


February 1987 - October 26, 2007

     At first I wanted the shy girl kitten but my Husband Bob and Cousin Cynthia fell for the bold brother. He was 8 weeks old when we brought him home. He was almost named Hickory, as in the old slang, "son of a hickory." His Havana Brown heritage made him long and lean with an expressive Siamese voice; the presents he brought from his morning and evening outside runs earned him the name Hunter.

     My relationship with Bob was shaped by our companionship with Hunter since he joined our family seven months after we humans met. Twenty years later, Bob and I share memories and grief.

     Hunter dictated Meow Means Me! Now! If you’ve ever lived with a cat, you know they can dictate. He bragged about the first edition and after every book signing, he greeted me at the door and asked how many people wanted his book.

     Such a little guy filled a big space in our home. I glance where the food bowl was; Bob checks the unused shower stall where we put the litter box; my black sneakers drying in front of the heater where he stayed in his white fluffy circle trick me into expecting him to meow hello.

     In the end, his meow was strong but his hind legs were weak. It was a privilege and an honor to have had him as a companion.