. . . muttered the ogre

Pillow, the kitten, has evidently decided that being picked up and carried by the Big Animals ain’t so bad; he even makes a game of it: runs away and then lies down, sometimes repeatedly.

I hope you’re not too dismayed at finding this column dominated by drivel about cats. It’s because my present assignment has a longer commute than most, plus my insomnia has been acting up a bit.

Pillow is adding to his repertoire: after a month largely spent crawling under things, in the past day or two I’ve seen him for the first time climbing onto things: a stool, a chair, a coffee-table, my bed. He seems a bit dazed at the novelty.