Downton Tabby is about England's oldest and finest family of cats. With beautiful (and scandalous) photographs and art, it tells the story of their lives and loves - and their maids and butlers and cooks' lives and loves -- from the sinking of the Kitanic to the Jazz Age. Tolstoy's adage about each family being unhappy in their own way? What makes the Grimalkins different is they're cats. Posh, spoiled, stuck-up-but-charming, English cats. Whilst affectionately making fun of Downton Abbey a broader, more humorous point is made: We treat our cats like high society. Their servants are us. If you live with a cat, the butler, maid and cook is you. This is a book for fans of the show, and people who put up with fans of the show, and also for people who've ever caught themselves getting emotionally involved in their cat's social life, and whether or not some cold cuts would cheer her up. Why is this a book about Edwardian manor life, acted out by cats? The real question is why aren't there more?