You only have to turn your back round here and a cat snaffles your space! I’m letting her stay, I’ll sit on the other chair x
She’s pinched my chair
Tag: Black and white cat
Missing cat?
Where’s he gone? I’ve whistled and shouted him. He was around this morning. He’s probably asleep somewhere. I’ll have to put some food out for him and the other two… Or get some catnip out to attract him. I’m getting worried but I think it’ll be OK. It’s just that feeling of missing something, a silence when you expect noise. I don’t want to lose anything else at the moment. I haven’t heard from a friend recently and I get the same feeling. I’m over thinking probably. Easy to let things get to me. But I don’t want a prodigal cat. X
Small cat?
No, just the camera angle. He does look cute, warm and cuddly. But beware the claws, tickle his chest and he’s OK, but go anywhere near his belly and the paws grab you and his claws will hook into your flesh.
It’d almost 2am, I can’t sleep so I’m watching a silly film and I just looked over to see where the TV remote is and saw him. Now the cat flap has clattered and his sister has come in from outside. I guess she will be looking for a warm chair to sleep on too. Cats cheer me up when I’m feeling really low.
Spend more time with my cats
What do you wish you could do more every day?
Get up in the morning with my cats
They are running around like bats
I mean silly rushing
Each one pushing
The boundaries of reason
But it’s the spring season
Jumping about then resting
And they’re always questing
To find a nook and cranny
To hide in like a canny
Cat, ready to pounce
Or at least flounce
Off in a huff
Which can be rough
To their friendly mate
Who’s left in a state
Of shock
After a sock
In the face with a paw
When they were calm before
Getting all het up
When they meet up
On the bed
They sort of see red
And chase
Yes that’s the case!
Hi jinks
When a claw sinks
In your nose
But it’s fun I suppose!
Cat on the bath
Coming into the bathroom
You always want to know
What I’m doing.
Paws dip into the water
From the tap
A delicate splish splash…
Lick paw and return
To the gentle trickle
Silver sparkle
Nose wet
You saunter off..
Those paintings
Here they are, quickly painted. I think the date on the bottom one is 1988? I am sure they are watercolour and pencil drawings now I look closely. I’m not sure if they were a birthday or Christmas gift? It’s lovely to see work I did over 35 years ago! To think they still exist x
Old paintings
Two small, quick paintings of cats that I painted years ago. My friend sent it to me recently. Both of them have also got poppy details. I will see if I can zoom in on them to see if I can get clearer views of them. I know they are mine, but I genuinely can’t remember painting them. That makes me feel guilty, I think I should recognise all of my work. Memory frays as you get older x
Pinned down
A year ago my cat had pinned me down on the bed! I didn’t usually have my phone with me but on this occasion the stars aligned and as I woke up, stuck, I decided to take her photo. Nowadays she sneaks under the covers next to me. She will maybe stay still for ten minutes, sticking her claws in me as she kneads away at my leg or side. Then, I think she must overheat, she will rush out and escape. One of the other cats sleeps above the cover and gently snores. If they see each other they sometimes hiss at each other, but generally they are chilled about things.
Cats
Three cats on the bed
Like a Venn diagram
Each in a space
Far enough away
Not to menace
Or chase.
It’s fine for them
Keeping warm
But what shape
Do I have to make
To sleep in the space
That’s left?
Another cat?
My boy cats twin
Came in tonight
Peering round the door
He’s got the same splodge
On his nose
Or just a little more?
T’other cat assumed the pose
Of cat ready to pounce
Then off he shot
And saw it off
Through the catflap
With a Roar!
Mallaband-Brown 