We have four cats. One permits belly rubs. The other three forcefully demand them, flopping on their back and grabbing your hand if you dare to stop before they’ve had enough.
Bucky’s poem is actually rather good, I think! Seeing as the original poem was written as a tease playing on the indecisiveness of Frost’s friend Thomas, this may just be a valid 21st century interpretation…
I can’t believe I’m saying this about a cartoon strip, but this really makes me anxious for poor little Puck. He’s just trying to help! The only solace I have is that I know there will be a happy end eventually. But for the moment, I just want to hug and soothe him (maybe because we have a veeery similar good-natured but clumsy black male cat)
We have four cats. One permits belly rubs. The other three forcefully demand them, flopping on their back and grabbing your hand if you dare to stop before they’ve had enough.