Inkie lies tummy up in the middle of the carpet, demanding tickles. Photos: Ellen Whyte
I’ve been had, again. In our perpetual battle for supremacy with the cats, we lost once more. But this time it wasn’t Target, our tactical genius orange, or Tic Tac, our little princess who is ace at the long con. It was Inkie!
Yesterday, Inkie was on a mission. He was standing on my desk, purring. His emerald eyes were narrowed with determination. He would not be moved.
