My pain

Today, after years I finally wrote down a lot of the bad things that have happened to me over the years. I’ve held it deep down and rarely shared it because, stiff upper lip, you just get on with it. People call me stoic, well I have been like this for over 60 years. I’m only saying now because I need to prove it to someone. Taken all day to write it all down. Do I feel better? Don’t know. I think I’ve still got some hope left.

Commemorate

Slightly exaggerated cat.

I’ve got the proportions wrong, but it was hard to see through my tears as I painted him. Symbol of deep and lasting friendship. I know he won’t be back. One last sleep, nested somewhere in the garden. His heart strings jerked out of tune and failing. No medication for days, no chance of surviving. My greif is astounding.

Cat dilemma.

The one with the claws….

Scenario: you sit down and a cat comes up and settles on your knee. One of the other cats comes up to say hello, reaches up and puts her claws in your leg in greeting, you disentangle her claws and the cat on your knee jumps off. Do you A, put up with it and try and get the comfy cat back, B, shout Stop! Loudly at the second cat? Or C, buy kevlar shin pads to avoid puncture wounds?