One day last week we made a flying visit to Anthony Powell’s former home, The Chantry, to see his son John. And to make the reacquaintance of the resident cat, Jake — “that’s not a cat, that’s a tiger”; yes, although he’s very slim he’s a big cat. And he is very affectionate: he believes that everyone, especially visitors, is there for him to lay on — oh no, not on your lap but on your chest and shoulder; purring all the while like a Harley-Davidson! And I pity any poor piece of prey that encounters those claws, for they are very sharp. Here Jake is subduing Noreen.

Jake
Somerset; December 2015
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