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How smug he is,
this grinning cat,
He ate the cream
He’s getting fat.
He purrs and purrs,
And stirs and stirs
The creamy bowl
While on the prowl.
His paws delights
In pudding bites
In pastry domes
And ice cream cones.
With cheese
If you please
And butter
In a flutter
But meat?
He won’t eat!
I’m off out to choir practice today. Learning new songs, and old ones to different tunes.
I’m sure my mental health has been better since I began going to a choir over ten years ago. It’s good for things like relaxation and concentration. I would recommend it to anyone who nerds some stress busting.
I can be sitting with the choir with no memory if the words or tune. Then almost miraculously they come to me as we start singing. We sing mainly acappella and my voice is most suited to alto and low parts.
We learnt a version of let your little light shine for the Stoke sings choir festival the weekend before last. With words that were appropriate to the cities history of pottery and mining.
I hope we sing it again tonight. It was fun to sing with 600 other people belting out the various parts. It is on YouTube somewhere.
I just went into the kitchen, the cat had been sitting on top of the tub of Bird food but he had moved and had his paws on the window ledge, crouched down and looking out. So I crept up behind him and saw what he was looking at. We just got a really large bird feeder and the birds love it. I guess there will be a lot more birds in the garden.
I’m glad he’s an indoor cat. …
He also likes scratching his claws on the settee although he has two scratching posts. Being the cats mother is an interesting job.
I had got to the front door and was trying to unlock it when he caught me. I squirmed out of his grip and opened the door, feeling myself falling down the front step. My arm was yanked back in its socket as he gripped my wrist but I slammed the door on him. I felt his nails scratch me as he clawed at my trailing hand…
Out, I was out, back in the cold dark street. Into the car, fumbling at the lock. He was not following? Something to do with the street lights?
I revved the engine and put it in gear. Where to go so late? All my friends would have gone to bed. My sister? She lived miles away. Far enough away to be safe from him.
I drove out of town, into the dark of the countryside. The street lights dwindled and I drove along, marvelling at my night vision. Normally I struggled to see but tonight? There must be a full moon.
My hand itched where he had scratched me…..
I could not seem to concentrate and sweat dropped into my eyes. The heater was on full blast so I turned it down.
Now I was close to my sisters home. I drove into her street. The lights were out but I have a spare key.
I looked in the mirror to tidy myself up. Golden eyes glowed back at me… My eyes…. And I was suddenly very very hungry……
The End
It was a fairly bright morning once you dodged the rain showers so we decided to visit wedgewood artisan market (2nd Sunday of each month). It’s at the Wedgewood factory, near Barlaston,, Staffordshire. We had a fine potters full breakfast in the dining room there (with beans and oatcake). Our friend from Yorkshire was visiting so it was good to show him one of the local attractions. Once we had eaten we went round the outdoor and indoor stalls. Charis Jones with her Sculpted Steel was there, together with Pat Myatt and her potteries art work. Other stalls included whisky fudge, crafted wool blankets, various cheeses and cakes, you could even buy your own fairy kit to make a fairy like the ones at Trentham Gardens. My partner bought me a kit and I bought him a wood turned pen. We also went inside the wedgewood visitor centre and I spent a happy hour trying to create a cat design plate. The pens and pencils they had were not very good but hopefully the image on the plate (a lithograph) will be OK.
I took a couple of progress photos but not one if the finished design. It might take 6 weeks for it to be delivered though…
Squawk,
My plumage is a rainbow
My voice is a scream,
My life is caged
behind golden bars.
I sing in whistles
and talk and trills
My life is long
with many skills.
I can use tools
to eat my food,
Play with toys
and learn your words.
Pretty
Active
Ready
Raucous
Oddly
Tremendous.
Five years ago I had been part of an online art group called Sketchfu. It was a large site and I was one of the moderators. It had a simple drawing programme with five sizes of pens, a colour picker, 50 or 60 colours and opacity controls. And yet people were creating art, drawings, enjoying the thrill of sharing their art work. It was like a small WordPress for artists.
Then it all went wrong. The owners became less available. More text was being published as younger contributors got interested in writing blogs instead of drawing. The moderators were not told about what was going on and the owners started promoting a new site. Eventually it was announced the old sketchfu site would close.
On that day I lost a lot of friends I managed to keep a few. They are still around even 5 years later but I do miss all those others I met online.
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