The other day, my daughter told me about a book she and Grandma heard during story time at the local library.
She said it was called Charlie Anderson, a title I’d never run across before. My interest was piqued when she told me it was about a cat named Charlie, who leaves his people and goes into the woods every night. On the other side of the woods lives a family with a cat named Anderson, who goes off into the woods every morning. I started laughing.
“Honey, that’s awesome!” I said.
“So they call him Charlie Anderson,” she told me.
“We’ll check it out the next time we go to the library,” I promised. Continue reading