Life with cats, and other things…
12th May 2023 "The hurrieder I am, the behinder I get." It was a cartoon caption, in a newspaper I think, a long time ago. My aunt saved because she identified with it. I do too. Ridiculous, isn't it, for a retired person to feel this way, but I swear my days are getting shorter. … Continue reading Keeping up. Or not.
9th April 2023 It seemed imperative to be outdoors on such a stunningly beautiful day so off we went once more, passing again through Salem. No witches in this Salem. Our local witches reside in Greenwitch, misspelled Greenwich. The signpost includes a picture of a green witch, otherwise I would assume it was just a … Continue reading Thoughts
1900/24th March 2023 Gray beginnings turned into a lovely afternoon. The sinking Sun lit up a picturesque sky. Evening light, that part of Spring and Summer I love. As these reminders pop up, my nostalgia for Winter dissipates. . It was another bad night with poor Toby. This time I crawled bed unimpeded by Blackie … Continue reading Repercussions
0815/21st March 2023 Since the turn of the year, anxiety has begun to creep in around the edges. Lots of little things contribute that are of no importance what so ever. The new tax year. Big deal. That's what I pay an accountant for. A few friends still exchange birthday cards with me and it … Continue reading Lighting the fuse
18th April. One of my favourite bucolic scenes That day I wished I was a bird that could sail into that wonderfully clear, impossibly blue sky. To perch in the trees, just now coming alive. Days like that it is impossible not to feel good. My mother's funeral was on such a day. As we … Continue reading The contract
Lily may be the most photogenic of our cats. When she is caught in an unguarded moment. Because mostly, she tries to evade the camera. But yesterday I distracted her with the camera strap. My sweet Lily. 23rd June 2010 She was among the first of my intake, when I created Yeti's Kitty Suites. The … Continue reading Senior cat
Random weeds! Yesterday, I couldn't find the heart to write anything, being so pre-occupied with Toby's sudden illness. After he saw the vet last Wednesday, he rallied, seeming almost himself for a few days. Then suddenly he went flat again. He lay here, close to my desk, on top of a cat tree and I … Continue reading Finding the courage…
Books about animals are almost inevitably sad and it came to a point where I just had to stop reading them. "Providence of a Sparrow" by Chris Chester, for example. A bird story that reduced me to a quivering wreck. It was so terribly poignant and about a sparrow. The little bird in this picture … Continue reading Not “just a sparrow”
Toby is not daunted by snow. He dons "M"'s old coat and off he goes. Dear old "M". He was such a character. He was the manager of my foster care. Is there a point in posting pictures of pets long gone? Is there a point to memorials, like this bunny which contains the ashes … Continue reading Triggers
Another short book list. I should say that most animal books make me cry, not only these. But these required several hankies and when I checked the specific pages, it required the reading of just a few words to bring it all back. Some will call it an emotional weakness. Maybe it is, but it's … Continue reading Books that make me cry