Dave the cat. The finest farm mouser I’ve ever met. A gentleman, a rogue, a pugilist, and a big sop when he wants to be.
The Nurse checks out the latest offerings of conkers the horse chestnut trees of Glynde. Here comes autumn!
Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes Less than themselves; will not be pinned To rules or routes for journeys; counter Attack with non-resistance; twist Enticing through the curving fingers And leave an angered, empty fist. They wait, obsequious as darkness Quick to […]
The only thing keeping Kiki’s bum from catching fire is the oven glove she’s propped on, on top of the Aga! She’s definitely found the warmest spot in the room.
Dave, like most cats is quantum. He effortlessly ‘appears’ out of nowhere. He’s secretly my favourite. I once did something not very nice to Dave. He was sat on the lid of a pedal bin. I stomped on the pedal. Suffice to say, he scowled at me for several days. We are very much friends […]