It’s raining cats and dogs outside my office window. Kipling is at my feet, and already a great snoozer. I wanted to send out the weekend Kipling Report before I continue working on the writing of my own “serious” fiction, and also before getting back to reading the best Big book of ideas I’ve read in a long time: Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84. Murakami is capable of making what should be a mundane scene pulse with an elegant, yet furious, subtext. This is an instant classic novel if there even is such a thing. When does a novel attain the status of: A Classic? Do a hundred years have to pass?
These next two photos were taken the next full day after Kipling’s arrival on Wednesday. This is what Zippy looked like, right down to the floppy ears, when he was Kipling’s age.
Here, Eartha Kitt’n gives her brother, Ajax the Gray, a familiar greeting. If Gandalf had a cat…
Ajax the Gray is so photo shy!
I had to capture him in his element as he played the stalking game outside our barn.