Little black kitten in lineup of black cats waiting for audition for movie “Tales of Terror” in Hollywood, 1961
I’ll have a cat of my own when I have a proper flat…circa 2020?
This is the story we all know. But Regines gåde 'simultaneously acknowledges the lack of decisive knowledge about Regine and Kierkegaard’s romance and renders it movingly, almost viscerally'.
I buried Nigel at the edge of the wood behind my parents’ house. I visit his grave every time I go down to the Jersey Shore.