In Which the Pirate Scritches the Cat.
It may be impossible for a cat to enjoy being scritched more than Kipling does. He would be happy if I spent all my time scrubbing his ribs with my fingertips like he was a washboard, with brief intermissions for bellyrubs and ear-scratches. I think I’m going to be taking a summer break from blogging here. I’ve got a camping-trip vacation coming up, followed...