It could be because I love cats and I can’t think of anything better than curling up for hours with a good book – providing of course, at my age, my physio is standing by to un-curl me at a moment’s notice – but somehow cats and bookshops seem the most perfect of marriages.
After all, what could be better than wandering around your favourite kind of store – spoiler alert: it’s a bookshop – with a cuddly feline wandering past you or behind you or snoozing atop a pile of books in front of you.
Could there be anything, caramel-topped cheesecakes aside, more wonderful?
Honestly I’d say not and as you watch these delightful stories of cat who have made themselves very much at home in their respective bookshops, and changed the lives of the people who work and shop there for the better, you’ll understand how true it is that every good bookshop needs an even better cat.
You’re welcome.