Great book you may have missed: My Cat, Spit McGee by Willie Morris

From Booklist: "The former editor in chief of Harper's magazine follows his 1995 boy-and-his-dog memoir, My Dog Skip, with an equally moving account of the cat he owned in adulthood, who traveled under the name Spit McGee. Of course, one does not "own" a cat, and Morris "owns up" to that fact as well as the fact that until he fell under the spell of Spit McGee, he did not consider himself a cat person in the least. But it was Morris "who actually delivered him at birth, and [has] saved his life four times." Now Spit is eight years old, and he and Morris are pretty tight. Morris talks about the entire story of their association and muses over typical feline traits, such as their dining habits and their adoration of new things to explore, and he makes general comments on feline-human history. Like the previous book about his dog, this one is particularly poignant without being maudlin. You've read pet books before but never one as meaningfully or even beautifully written as this one and its predecessor."