You know when it’s time to go to the vets… When your cat dissappears!
Cue manic search under cupboards (I was sure he’d gone upstairs), then when that was no good we widened the search outside, our wooded garden, the neighbours, the alleyways, calling, shouting, bellowing… Then another look round the house. I even thought I’d take a cat toy on a string to chuck under cupboards and tempt him out? Then crreeeeaakkk, out bedroom door.. He came out? Where does he hide? Cat space! A quantum space that only cats can squeeze into….? Now he’s sitting in the sun on a box… Vets in thirty minutes. Wish him luck!
It looked like a massive nest or a basket. Clearly woven, held together with branches not twigs. Something horrendous lived there. Something that could think, could weave, could create a threat in the vision of tangled trees.
She tried to dispelling her fears, to get freedom back. But as she looked on, two huge spikes shot up into the air and the massive bulk of a head loomed into the sky. She knew she had lost when the gold green eyes sparkled as they opened. The beast was awake!
This is a bit of an orphaned post. I tried to edit a draft post but I’m still not completely up to speed with WordPress blocks so I added a photo and categories and tags but couldn’t work out where to add text… Its taken at least ten minutes to get here… The zoom photo has been filtered to hide the identities of the participants, I’m also not saying what it was about. I just liked the colours and patterns on this screen grab.
When I go down to the supermarket I often see people who are homeless. I try and give something and also give people details about a local housing association who help them.
But I have come across a young woman who stays with her friend, but tonight she knocked on our door. She explained that her friend had gone out to work and had locked her out. She would not be able to get back in until 6am?i asked her if she wanted the number of the homeless team but she said no. She has somewhere to go and sit and it’s not too cold.
But I wasn’t happy to just let her go. We gave her some change and a bit of fruit. I also gave her a thick warm scarf. Not much helpi know. What else could I do? I was trying to keep a social distance but help too.
My thought after she left, was why she was locked out? She said something about sleeping on the floor, so she might just be ‘sofa surfing’.
This brings up the issue of hidden homelessness. Women especially seem effected by this. They need to keep hidden to avoid being attacked or harmed. Why is this happening in a world that is so mad. If she comes back I will try and help more.
My hubby just disturbed our hedgehogs nesting place in our shed. He put his hand on one of them and it spiked him! He didn’t know they were in there. He was trying to tidy the shed up. He also found that they had used a corner of the shed as a latrine. I’m not happy because he took our hoover out to clean up the shed! The hedgehogs were under bags of straw that we used to insulate the cat bed for the abandoned cat we look after.
They didn’t run out, just hunkered down, so he put the straw back in place. Hopefully they are here to stay!
The Crystal Skull, with creeping electrical charges, shining on a granite plynth…….
She stood in the ancient barrow, staring at the image, shocked that something like this could be in such an ancient place. They has walked in through the back entrance, which was closest to the road. On the way back to the caravan site. They liked visiting ancient monuments, standing stones and triliths, so this had been a must see. They had torches so it was easy to crouch down under the stones and worm their way in. They expected to enter a hollow chamber, with a flat stone seat or altar- but not this? Not something out of myth and time.
The crystal gleamed strongly in the torch light, and yet it seemed flattened somehow? Then the voice spoke, in a Birmingham accent ‘you’re safe here!’ ‘it’s a hologram! Part of the theme for Halloween, if you’d come in the front you would have seen the banners’.
Sure enough as they left the tomb they could see signs ‘Grand opening’ ‘special event’. ‘Yes we haven’t got the money to do archaeology properly any more. It’s the cuts in grants, that’s the way things are these days’, he said quietly. ‘That’s the real horror’.
I didn’t get a photo of them, they move too fast. One cat plays with a small ball, batting it round the bathroom so it clunk’s off the cupboard and the side of the bath, racing into the kitchen, the living room and back again, zigzaging along the floor, sometimes skidding to a halt and then whizzing off in another direction. Her brother, bigger and more staid, sits by the back door as this goes on. Until she chases the ball under a big green coat hung opposite the back door. It’s long enough to reach the floor. She bat’s the ball away, under the coat and chases after it. He watches, head twisted round away from the cat flap. The ball trickles out, he can’t resist and pounces, she rushes out, sees him with her ball, twists in mid air, catches the ball with a claw and flicks it away, all so fast he can’t react. She speeds off and he chases. So it goes on. Life, fun, two cats, one ball.