{"product_id":"the-cat-who-came-in-off-the-roof-isbn-9781782694946","title":"The Cat Who Came in Off the Roof","description":"\u003cb\u003eA WORLDWIDE CLASSIC: The beloved, hilarious tale of felines and friendship, from the queen of Dutch children's literature.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A charming, refreshing, and funny treat.”  — \u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne of the best-known classics from beloved Dutch children’s author Annie M.G. Schmidt, \u003ci\u003eThe Cat Who Came in Off the Roof \u003c\/i\u003espins a charming and whimsical tale of friendship and adventure. Tibble is a timid reporter on the verge of losing his job. He only ever writes about cats, not the hard news his paper wants, and because of this he’s about to be fired.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMinou is a young woman who has moved into Tibble's flat. She hates dogs, likes rooftops, loves the fishmonger, and happens to have been, until very recently, a cat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith her feline friends listening out for all the local human news, is Minou the answer to all Tibble's problems-or just the beginning of them? Together they begin to uncover the real scoops about the local community, exposing secrets that Tibble’s newspaper never dared report!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Cat Who Came in Off the Roof \u003c\/i\u003eis a hilarious, charming story of cats, dogs, and learning to dare. Widely celebrated, it has been translated into 32 languages and its film adaptation remains the biggest Dutch children’s movie of all time. This gorgeous, repackaged paperback presents a perfect collectible classics edition for young and old readers alike.No News Anywhere 7\u003cbr\u003eA Stray Cat 15\u003cbr\u003eThe Tatter Cat 25\u003cbr\u003eThe Cat Press Agency 33\u003cbr\u003eTibble’s Secretary 41\u003cbr\u003eThe Neighbourhood 51\u003cbr\u003e“Your Sister Came By” 57\u003cbr\u003eMr Smith’s Reception 65\u003cbr\u003eThe Head Doctor 73\u003cbr\u003eCats Aren’t Witnesses 83\u003cbr\u003eThe Pump Cat and the Metropole Cat 91\u003cbr\u003eThe Tatter Cat’s Babies 97\u003cbr\u003eTibble is Writing! 107\u003cbr\u003eFar Too Many Cats 115\u003cbr\u003eThe Cat Through the Ages 123\u003cbr\u003eThe Editorial Cat 133\u003cbr\u003eA Cat Again? 139\u003cbr\u003eThe Ginger Sister 145\u003cbr\u003eCarlo this Time 153\u003cb\u003eAnnie M.G. Schmidt\u003c\/b\u003e (1911-95) was regarded as the Queen of Dutch Children's Literature and her books have been an essential part of every Dutch childhood for the last fifty years. She trained as a librarian but burst onto the literary scene when the newspaper she was working for discovered her gift for children's verse. Having won numerous awards during her lifetime, including the 1989 Hans Christian Andersen Award, Schmidt is now included in the Canon of Dutch History taught to all Dutch schoolchildren, alongside Spinoza, Anne Frank and Vincent van Gogh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eDavid Colmer\u003c\/b\u003e has won several international awards for his translations of Dutch and Flemish novels, poetry and children's books. He has translated much of Annie M.G. Schmidt's work.\"Tibble! Where’s Tibble? Has anyone seen Tibble? The boss wants to talk to him. Where’s he got to? \u003ci\u003eTibble!!\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003cbr\u003eTibble had heard them all right. But he’d slipped down out of sight. And now he was crouched behind his desk trembling and thinking, I don’t want to talk to the boss, I’m too scared. I know exactly what’s going to happen. He’s going to fire me.\u003cbr\u003e“Ah, Tibble! There you are!” Oh, no. They’d spotted him.\u003cbr\u003e“The boss wants to see you straight away.”\u003cbr\u003eHe couldn’t get out of it now. He had no choice but to walk down the corridor with his head hanging and stop at the door marked \u003ci\u003eEditor\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003eHe knocked. A voice said, “Yes.”\u003cbr\u003eWhen Tibble went in, his boss was on the phone. He pointed at an empty chair and carried on with his conversation.\u003cbr\u003eTibble sat down and waited.\u003cbr\u003eThis was in the building of the \u003ci\u003eKillenthorn Courier\u003c\/i\u003e, the newspaper Tibble worked for. Writing articles.\u003cbr\u003e“So, Tibble,” the Editor said as he hung up the phone. “There’s something important we need to discuss.”\u003cbr\u003eHere it comes, thought Tibble.\u003cbr\u003e“These articles you write… They’re quite good. Sometimes, even \u003ci\u003every \u003c\/i\u003egood.”\u003cbr\u003eTibble smiled. Maybe it wasn’t going to be too bad, after all.\u003cbr\u003e“But…”\u003cbr\u003eTibble waited patiently. Of course, there had to be a “but”.\u003cbr\u003eOtherwise he wouldn’t be sitting here.\u003cbr\u003e“But… There’s never any \u003ci\u003enews \u003c\/i\u003ein them. I’ve told you so many times. Your articles are always about cats.”\u003cbr\u003eTibble was quiet for a moment. It was true. He was a real cat lover. He knew all the local cats. He even had one himself.\u003cbr\u003e“But yesterday I wrote an article that didn’t even mention cats,” he said. “It was about spring.”\u003cbr\u003e“Exactly,” his boss said. “It was about spring. About the little leaves reappearing on the trees. Is that \u003ci\u003enews\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003cbr\u003e“Er… they were \u003ci\u003enew \u003c\/i\u003eleaves,” Tibble said.\u003cbr\u003eHis boss sighed. “Listen carefully, Tibble,” he said. “I like you. You’re a nice guy and you can string a story together. But we’re working on a \u003ci\u003enews\u003c\/i\u003epaper here. And a \u003ci\u003enews\u003c\/i\u003epaper has to provide \u003ci\u003enews\u003c\/i\u003e. It has to tell people things they don’t know.”\u003cbr\u003e“But it’s already full of news,” Tibble said. “Wars and stuff like that. And murders. I thought people would like to read about cats and leaves for a change.”\u003cbr\u003e“I’m afraid not, Tibble. Don’t get me wrong, you don’t need to write about murders or bank robberies. But a small town like ours is full of little news stories. You just have to find them. I’ve told you again and again, you’re too shy. You have to approach people. You have to ask questions. But you’re always too scared. Apparently you only ever associate with cats.”\u003cbr\u003eAgain Tibble remained silent, because it was true. He \u003ci\u003ewas \u003c\/i\u003eshy. And if you work for a newspaper, you can’t afford to be shy. If you want to find out about things other people don’t know about, you have to march right up to strangers. You have to be brave enough to barge in on a government minister, even if he’s having a bath. And then you have to ask fearlessly, “Where were you last night?”\u003cbr\u003eA good newspaperman does things like that. But not Tibble. “Well,” the Editor said, “I’ll give you one last chance. From now on, write articles with news in them. I want the first one on my desk tomorrow morning. And after that, I want to see two or three a week. And if you can’t manage it… ”\u003cbr\u003eTibble understood perfectly. If he didn’t come up with something, he’d lose his job.\u003cbr\u003e“Goodbye, Tibble.” “Goodbye, sir.”\u003cbr\u003eAnd now he was walking down the street. Light rain was falling and everything looked grey. Tibble was taking his time. He was looking around and keeping his eyes peeled and his ears open. But there was no news anywhere. He couldn’t see anything new, there was nothing he didn’t already know about.\u003cbr\u003eHe saw cars. Parked cars and cars driving down the street. There were a few pedestrians and the occasional cat. But he wasn’t allowed to write about cats any more. In the end he was so tired he sat down on a bench in Green Square, under a tree where it was still dry.\u003cbr\u003eThere was already somebody else sitting on the bench and now Tibble saw who it was. It was his old teacher from school, Mr Smith.\u003cbr\u003e“Look who we have here,” said Mr Smith. “What a nice surprise, bumping into you like this. I’ve heard you’ve got a job with the \u003ci\u003eCourier\u003c\/i\u003e. I was always sure you’d end up at a newspaper. It’s going fabulously, I suppose.”\u003cbr\u003eTibble swallowed uncomfortably and said, “I’m settling in.” “You always wrote such wonderful compositions at school,”\u003cbr\u003eMr Smith said. “I knew you’d go far. Yes, you’re an excellent writer.”\u003cbr\u003e“Can’t \u003ci\u003eyou \u003c\/i\u003etell me something I don’t know?” Tibble asked. Mr Smith was quite insulted. “Has it gone to your head already?” he asked. “I tell you how well you write and you ask me to tell you something you don’t know… that’s not very nice of you.”\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that,” Tibble cried, blushing. He was about to explain what he \u003ci\u003ehad \u003c\/i\u003emeant, but before he got a chance there was the sound of furious barking close by. They both looked up. A big German Shepherd was racing after something, but they couldn’t quite make out what that something was. It disappeared between two parked cars and the dog rushed after it. The very next instant there was a wild rustling in the tall elm tree near the cars.\u003cbr\u003e“A cat,” Mr Smith said. “A cat’s been treed.”\u003cbr\u003e“Was it a cat?” Tibble asked. “It was big. And it kind of fluttered a little. It looked more like a large bird. A stork or something like that.”\u003cbr\u003e“Storks don’t run,” Mr Smith said.\u003cbr\u003e“No, but it definitely fluttered. And cats don’t flutter.” They went over to have a look.\u003cbr\u003eThe dog was standing under the tree and still barking furi- ously.\u003cbr\u003eThey tried to see what exactly was up there between all those branches, but the cat was completely hidden. If it \u003ci\u003ewas \u003c\/i\u003ea cat.\u003cbr\u003e“Mars! Here, boy!” Someone was calling the dog. “\u003ci\u003eMars\u003c\/i\u003e, here!”\u003cbr\u003eA man appeared with a lead. He clicked the lead onto the dog’s collar and started pulling.\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eGrrr\u003c\/i\u003e… ” said Mars, holding his four legs stiff as the man dragged him away over the road. Tibble and Mr Smith kept peering up for a moment. And now they saw something very high up among the new leaves.\u003cbr\u003eA leg. A leg in a stylish stocking with a shiny, high-heeled shoe on the foot.\u003cbr\u003e“Heavens,” said Mr Smith, “it’s a lady.”\u003cbr\u003e“It can’t be,” Tibble said. “That high up? How’d she get up there so quickly?”\u003cbr\u003eNow a face appeared too. A frightened face with big scared eyes and masses of red hair.\u003cbr\u003e“Is it gone?” she called.\u003cbr\u003e“It’s gone! Come on down!” Tibble called back. “I’m too scared,” she moaned. “It’s so far down.”\u003cbr\u003eTibble looked around. There was a van parked close by.\u003cbr\u003eCautiously, he climbed up onto the roof of the van and reached out as far as he could with one hand. The woman crawled out slowly to the end of her branch, then lowered herself down onto another and grabbed Tibble’s hand.\u003cbr\u003eAnd now she turned out to be tremendously agile. In one easy leap she was on the roof of the van and a second hop took her down to the street.\u003cbr\u003e“I dropped my case,” she said. “Have you seen it anywhere round here?”\u003cbr\u003eIt was lying in the gutter. Mr Smith picked it up for her. “Here,” he said. “Your clothes are all messed up too.”\u003cbr\u003eShe brushed the dirt and leaves off her skirt and jacket and said, “It was such a big dog… I can’t help it, I just \u003ci\u003ehave \u003c\/i\u003eto get up into a tree when I see a dog coming. Thanks very much for your help.”\u003cbr\u003eTibble suddenly remembered his article and realized he should stop her to ask a few questions… This was definitely something unusual he could write about.\u003cbr\u003eBut he hesitated a little too long. He was too shy again. And off she went with that small case of hers.\u003cbr\u003e“What a peculiar young woman,” Mr Smith said. “She was like a cat.”\u003cbr\u003e“Yes,” said Tibble. “She was just like a cat.”\u003cbr\u003eThey watched her walk off. She went round a corner.\u003cbr\u003eI can still catch up with her, thought Tibble. He left Mr Smith behind without saying goodbye and raced down the narrow street he’d seen her take. There she was. He’d ask her, “Excuse me, but I was wondering if you could tell me why you’re so scared of dogs and how you’re able to climb trees so fast… ”\u003cbr\u003eBut suddenly he couldn’t see her any more.","brand":"Pushkin Children's Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48532198228197,"sku":"NP9781782694946","price":15.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781782694946.jpg?v=1773183031","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-cat-who-came-in-off-the-roof-isbn-9781782694946","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}