I found myself rooting for the cats. I even reminisced about the times I’ve sat looking at some feline staring back at me and wondering what was going through the cat's mind and asking myself what the cat would be saying had it the power to speak. Murphy has done just that without the slightest suggestion that cats can't think as humans. Cats can't feel the same emotions as humans. Cats can't plot and worry and reason and long for a peaceful life as humans. Or can they? Murphy has convinced me, through her use of cats as main characters, to the point that the next time I encounter a cat, I might give it a wink of understanding. Surely, that cat is sizing me up just as much as I am sizing it.