My Name is Ne'ow

By Michael White

Ne'ow is no ordinary cat. His father was a strong and wild cat from the northern Spanish mountains. But on one fateful day Ne'ow became separated from his mother. Alone and afraid he would soon come to learn if humans could be trusted.

Follow Ne'ow's amazing adventure and journey to England, and discover if he finds the only thing that he really wants ... a home to call his own!

*****

''A delightfully written and illustrated story for the young, and the young at heart!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael White
• Release date: Jun 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781838087210

Michael White

Ex-drummer, Ex-software author and Ex-flares wearer Michael White was born and lives in the northwest of England. In a previous life he was the author of many text adventure games that were popular in the early 1980's. Realising that the creation of these games was in itself a form of writing he has since made the move into self-publishing, resulting in many short stories and novellas. Covering an eclectic range of subjects the stories fall increasingly into that "difficult to categorise" genre, causing on-going headaches for the marketing department of his one man publishing company, Eighth Day Publishing.Having accidentally sacked his marketing director (himself) three times in the last two years, he has now retired to a nice comfortable room where, if he behaves himself, they leave him to write in peace.In his spare time (!) Michael likes to listen to all kinds of music and is a big fan of Steven Moffat, whether he likes it or not.Michael is currently working on several new projects and can be contacted at the links [e-mail], or via my own website on http://mikewhiteauthor.wordpress.com, or via twitter on @mikewhiteauthor.

Book preview

My name is Ne’ow and I am a very special and unusual cat.

I live with a man and his wife in England but this was not always so. This is the story of how I came to be here.

Clearly as a cat I cannot write with a pen or type on a keyboard; my paws are not designed for that. I am lucky that the man with whom I now live is quite clever and I have been able to teach him to speak cat. It is not easy for a man to learn cat. It is not just the sounds that we make. It is also about how we move our tails and the position in which we sit or crouch or how wide open are our eyes. It took a while and a bit of a struggle but now we understand each other I am telling him the story and he is typing it for me.

Just to the north of Madrid in Spain there is a large mountain range. They are very high and very wild. In the winter the mountains are covered with snow and it is very cold. In the summer it is very hot and sometimes there are fierce storms with thunder and lightning.

Lots of wild creatures live in these mountains, as there are very few people. There are great eagles soaring in the sky looking for rabbits and other creatures they could have for dinner and in the spring storks come to nest and raise their young. There are also cats. Spanish wildcats. These are not like the normal lap cats that people keep as pets. These are truly wild; they are strong and fierce. They can live through the cold winters and very hot, dry summers without any help from people.

Just at the foot of the mountains is a small town called Colmenar. This is