Socks by Beverly Cleary
The chronicle of the white-pawed Socks the cat begins humbly inside a cardboard box outside a grocery store. He's lucky enough to find the Brickers, a newlywed couple with a home full of love to share. Socks is the king of his castle until his life is turned upside down by the birth of the Bricker's first child. From a severe lap shortage, to enemies and unexpected friends, Socks has to find his place in the new order, eventually coming to a mischievous accord with the tiny interloper.
My sister bought this book for me at a rummage sale, and it was a quarter well-spent! The entire book is written from Sock's POV and the language is comical and frisky, much like I imagine a kitten's inner monologue might be. The chapter with the babysitter warmed my cockles, as my grandmother used to say.
For whom it may concern: the book was published in the '70s, and has more diet culture in it than is necessary for a kid's book, so tread lightly if reading to actual children.
