Old Possum's Book of Cats TS Eliot

Which raises the question - should I be reviewing everything I read to the children. Well I didn't read this to the children, I read it to myself. But it brings the question to mind. I read this as an adult. As myself. It's a delight. An in joke in places, it has the word Chinks in it to mean unironically the Chinese, but there is such joy in it. And a bit of depth too - the cats' third name being the one it calls itself - I liked that. The characters and the stories are tight. I barely knew any of them, though I could still hear the musical versions of Macavity and the Jellicle Cats. I like the storytelling drive. I liked the scourge of the Thames.