Dove
Call for peace
Give life hope
Keep people safe
Forgive evil
Share love.
Peace not war
Tag: Love
If you are celebrating
I know that not everyone celebrates Christmas or even the new year at this time of year. Different religious traditions, different calendars and different beliefs or non beliefs mean that we all think and act differently.
But I hope that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t wish goodwill and peace to everyone. Life isn’t always easy, and I realise I have been lucky for most of my life. The luck of being born in a first world country, having a good education, being able and allowed to work, even freedom of speech. I wish we all had better times and lives. I profoundly hope that humans get their act together and work to save the planet and its animal, plant and human populations. Living through a pandemic sharpens your thoughts.
So I really do wish you as much joy and happiness as possible in your life.
Waiting
He’s getting better
And I’m waiting.
For when his eye is better
Than it is now
For when his mouth has healed.
For when his fur is clean.
White as snow and black as charcoal.
Happy again, healthy and healed.
Half a tray
For the first time since he came home my cats managed to eat soft solid cat food (he’d been drinking water and cat milk and yesterday he had cat pate and cat soup mixed together) . He’s tried eating his regular biscuits but struggled as they were too hard for his sore mouth.
Overall he still looks a mess, but I’m really pleased to see an improvement. I’m proud of him. X
Purrs
He is a bit of a nervous cat but when he’s in a good mood he purrs really loudly. He puts a paw out and touches my hand or arm. He will rest his head on my hand now, and then he starts to snore!
I appreciate his love and I think he appreciates ours. We are lucky to have built a friendship with this cat which was abandoned by his previous owners a few years ago. I hope he stays with us for a long time.
Putting out his paw
Our outside cat really does seem to appreciate us. Often he puts out his paw and touches me as if he is confirming to himself that I am real, that I exist. It is somehow a gesture of reassurance. Trust, acceptance. I feel so privileged that he seems to know we care about him.
This photo was just taken. He wants to sit between us on the armchair arms. My hubby pats the cushion on the arms and he jumps up. He’s now resting his head on the arm. Soon he will be asleep.
My indoor cats still get attention, I see the look of love in their faces, slightly closing their eyes in a look of pleasure, but I guess our outdoor cat needs that extra bit of care. He was rejected and abandoned by his previous owners and its taken about three years to get him in and really gain his trust. We love him.
He gave me flowers
A sweet bunch of flowers from hubby. I don’t know why, but nice to get. I couldn’t find a vase, so I put them in an old glass jar. We use it outside with a tea light to brighten up the garden path in the summer. Then the flowers are outside, blooming and pretty. I’m making plans of what to plant next year. Not long to go now.
He comes home when I whistle
The outdoor cat is now more of an outside cat. I call his name (he remains anonymous here) and whistle him and he comes in. I have to wait a few minutes while he mooches round the garden. He woke me up this morning by lying on me in bed for a cuddle, then up he got and slipped downstairs. I followed to let him out ( my indoor cats) also anonymous, have been out a couple of times but end up hiding under garden benches. They are a lot smaller and I think would get picked on by the ginger Tom who also patrols our garden.
After half an hour and a decaff coffee to warm me up, I whistled him about three times and he came back in from the cold and dark. He’s eating biscuits at the moment, having his fill. Next? He might go out to mooch again, but I hope he stays in.
By the way, I don’t know how many people whistle their cats, but it seems to carry better. I’ve done it since I was a child I developed some notes along the line of a ‘cat where are you?’ tune….ah he’s gone back upstairs…. Bye
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My boy
My boy was here first
My boy is patient
He’s cute
His eyes close and he smiles.
My boy is not a large cat
He’s compact
Just the right size.
My boy is a tuxedo cat,
He wears it well.
This is his space.
He owns it,
Belongs here
Warm and friendly
He is mine
I am his.
Mallaband-Brown 