Chris Mckimmie: 9 books

On the day I was born Mum planted red roses and rolled out the red carpet. She called me Special Kev. I am the only one of all my eleventy million cousins who has curly hair, red hair and freckles. Anyway that thing that happened with Nicky Bathgate, well,...

Nana Banana called me Misty, until she couldn't look after me anymore. Noni Nice of Pymble called me Nigella, but I was only Nigella for a day. When the Kafoops family found me on the streets of Newtown they called me Lara. I knew I had found my home at last. A witty and wonderful story about a cat looking for love from the one and only Chris McKimmie.

I can't sleep. The moon is moving again. It's so quiet outside ever since Holly and Sparky died. Chris McKimmie's words and pictures gently and honestly evoke the experience of loss and new life.

I am Teddy. This is my scrap book. It's about me growing up from a little tiny puppy with a boofy head and big brown melty eyes to a big black labrador weighing 40 kilos (since I have been on a diet). This is me, Teddy. This hilarious and engaging story about a much loved pet is another triumph by Chris McKimmie.

When there are no stars in the sky, sometimes all you need is a ladder, a friend, a dog, a cat and an all-night hardware store. A story celebrating creativity and friendship from the highly acclaimed author and illustrator Chris McKimmie.

The river had burst its banks. The dam was overflowing. 'Don't go outside, Alex!' Mum shouted. But just then Rabbit hopped out the open window . Chris McKimmie lives in Brisbane. This story grew out of his experiences during the floods of January 2011.

My name is Maisie-Moo. I live in a palace in the middle of nowhere. This is what I like: my dog Drongo, sleeping in and playing the drums. Invisible Lucy likes what I like. Invisible Lucy is my best friend. 'Chris McKimmie celebrates all that is individual and original' - Melbourne's Child

Violet calls me Marvellous. My real name is Marvin. Mum reckons me and Violet are like two peas in a pod. It's true. We go together like fish and chips, hops and skips, the OO in Moo. We lived next door to each other until, one day, Violet left and went to the moon.

'A quirky, totally original, visual poem to the child's innate celebration of all that is creative in the human heart.' - Dr Robyn Sheahan-Bright On Friday nights, all day Saturday and most of Sunday I stay with Na-na and Grumpy Yellow. One Saturday, I got lost. Twice. The first...