Mr. Pickles occasionally selects books for us to read, in the middle of the night, by pulling them gently from their shelves and allowing them to fall, with a barely audible thump, to our hardwood floors. Some of a more cynical persuasion might suggest that he engages in this behavior to encourage us to feed him at difficult hours, but I choose to believe that he has only our best reading interests at heart.
This morning's haul: two Ed Noon novels and There Is Something about a Dame, (note the emphasis!) the title of which never fails to make me break out into song.
