And we’ve all done it. Dreamed a little comic strip.
Kacky the Kittin [sic] (I know) appeared around 2:30, one morning this week, all rather pivoted about this trio of descriptors; in turn a muddy echo from decades of skull-storing Richard Burton’s “sycophantic, phlegmatic and pusillanimous” line from Look Back in Anger. The interviewing is a throwback to a heap of cartoonly conceits, but for my part, chiefly Short Interview With a Pheasant. And the rest is the standard serving of your Mother Cat never quite – etcetera.
Well, look , here’s the little bugger. I afterwards mumbled in half-sleep some further business involving Kacky eating daffodils, but I must’ve done so with a snore, and was elbowed in the back and that was the end of it.