Like what?

The title of my blog perhaps deserves some explanation.
It's the title of a favorite book, "It's Like This, Cat" by Emily Neville (1964) a coming of age story that I read during a period in my childhood when my school had a built a new library, all pristine surfaces, new carpet and light streaming through the windows, and I was reading all the Newberry and Caldecott prize winners.
The story's protagonist was a boy of about 10, living in a New York apartment, free to explore and roam with his friends when he wasn't in school, puzzling over the mystery of girls and dealing with what would come to be called peer pressure. I was a girl of about the same age, living in an out-of-the-way valley on an island in the Pacific, my movements hampered by overprotective parents and the lack of public transportation, puzzling over the mystery of boys and dealing with what would come to be called peer pressure.
Best friend of the boy in the story is a cat, named Cat, in whom he confides. Much of the action, as I recall (I must re-read this book sometime soon) takes place in the form of his internal monologue. I, too, lived to the rhythm of my own voice within, as I roamed Kepaniwai River, Iao Needle Park, trails in the West Maui Mountains (the only places I could go; my working mother thought I was safely in the house reading).
I still talk to my cats, particularly the one named Cat (actually Popoki, cat in Hawaiian). I still talk to myself. When I was ruminating about a blog title, "itslikethiscat" just jumped out.
And there you have it.
PS: I found the book on Amazon.com and you can read it there.