The author, before she died in 1995, was apparently a doyenne of Dutch children's fiction, and on this evidence alone she certainly deserves the status. This really is a lost classic, as far as I'm concerned. But can the very feline Minou survive in human form, and what happens when the grapevine of gossip from the cats leads to something so vital to report, but so impossible to prove? Enough cattish behaviour and intelligence remains, however, and she soon helps Tibble out by telling him all the real news that the town's cats are privy to and have never been able to convey before. The night of his impending dismissal a cat walks in through the window of Tibble's attic flat – or it would have been a cat, a ginger called Minou, but something has turned her into a human. But his boss at the town newspaper isn't too pleased with what product Tibble delivers – for all he seems to write about is cats. Despite the feline-sounding name, he's a human man and a journalist at that.
Summary: A brazenly unlikely scenario, but one that offers so many warm and clever delights, as this drama of shady goings-on is revealed by nicely-wrought humans, cats – and those that come between.
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