From Publishers Weekly
In this stylized primer, characterized by an old-fashioned coziness, the Hassetts (Charles of the Wild) tally no fewer than 40 felines and sum up with a gentle sting. The kitty quantifying begins when elderly Nana Quimby spies a single black-and-white cat atop a leafy, lichen-green tree. Nana calls the firehouse for assistance, but the dispatcher informs her, "Sorry... we do not catch cats up a tree anymore. Call back if that cat starts playing with matches." Dismayed, she looks out the window again and sees five cats, then 10, up the tree. Yet she can't rouse a rescuer from the police ("Call back if the cats rob a bank") or city hall ("Call back if you need a sign that says Danger! Look up for Falling Cats"). But Nana gets her chance for a subtle rebuke when the town is overrun with mice, and the purring denizens stay at her side. The husband-and-wife team enumerate the crowd of cats while poking fun at public affairs. The authors' feather-light felines could prove difficult to differentiate for beginning readers. They stand in tight formation, as slender and ethereal as mayflies (each is about two inches long, including a long, curlicue tail) and they're painted in dreamy shades of gray-green, pale blue, creamy yellow and white. Nevertheless, the Hassetts' gentle humor and equally light brushwork possess a delicate charm, and the careful Nana ensures that every cat leaves its lofty perch. Ages 3-8.
Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc.
From School Library Journal
PreSchool-Grade 1-One day Nana Quimby looks out of her apartment building window and sees a cat in a tree. When she calls the fire department, they tell her that they no longer rescue animals. Progressing by increments of five, more and more felines appear and none of the agencies or organizations she calls can offer any assistance. When the cat count is 35 and city hall has turned her down, Nana throws her telephone out the window. The animals make their way across the phone line and into her open arms. Soon the town becomes overrun by mice and when city hall calls Nana, she says "Sorry, the cats do not catch mice anymore." The last page shows "too many cats to count" napping in the woman's kitchen. The illustrations, primarily in pastels, depict small stylized animals that are not easily identifiable. This is a light and rather silly cumulative tale but children may wonder about the lack of cooperation and the particularly unhelpful nature of these community helpers.
Kathy M. Newby, Russiaville Branch Library, INCopyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc.