
He greets me sometimes
with purrs
Mornings in the sun
Have a wash
Finding that comfy space
But sometimes?
He sleeps on a stair tread
Curled up happily
Danger to footsteps
I can avoid
But he’s too cute
To criticise!
New paintings and regular art updates.

He greets me sometimes
with purrs
Mornings in the sun
Have a wash
Finding that comfy space
But sometimes?
He sleeps on a stair tread
Curled up happily
Danger to footsteps
I can avoid
But he’s too cute
To criticise!

My Cat is staring at me, he’s been doing it for a while, I get the impression he wants something, maybe food or milk. I woke up from a nap and saw him just sitting there, so I took a quick shot of him. Cats have their own way of doing things, this cat is definitely unique.
Right, I’d better go and feed him and put the heating on it’s blooming cold!

He purrs, he sits, cheek rubs my hand.
Paws outstretched.
Then one paw reaches out to me.
A greeting, saying are you OK?
Cats know when you need love
They express feelings, you can see it.
Little nudges of his nose against my hand.
He will sit on my knee soon.
Looking after me.

My friend
Sitting on the chair arm
Next to me.
Staring into space
Front paws shuffle
Finding comfort
Whiskers alert.
Another cat
On the other chair arm.
Lies down
Looks at me
Where’s my tea?

There is a group for anything on Facebook. I recently joined the bench appreciation society page. It makes you look out for things. In this case I found four seperate benches while I was out yesterday. I enjoyed sitting on them for a rest and contemplating my surroundings. Hearing the wind soughing through the trees and the birds singing beautifully lifted my spirits. I’m hopeful of going out again soon.

Somewhere to sit
Somewhere to think
Look at the view
(a car park?)
Time to rest with your shopping
Before you go to the car!
Not one for a memorial…
Here sat Hilda
Her shopping bag
Was too heavy
And her chicken defrosted
Before she got it home….

Sitting waiting for two housecalls. I booked them in my diary last week and got up to tidy up, did the washing up and put a load in the washing machine.
Now I’m sitting and waiting. I’ve tried to find the email address and phone numbers for the visitors but they are on a bit of paper ‘somewhere’ and I’ve tidied it away ‘somewhere’. To find it I think I’m going to have to go through all the papers I piled up in a big pile to get them out of the way.
When you make an appointment it would be good to let the person know if you are going to be delayed as a courtesy. I know I’m old fashioned. But I wish I knew what was going on!

But when they take position on the settee at either end, they just make me laugh. They were like two lions sitting atop gate posts this morning. Watching what was happening, waiting for their breakfast. Matching black and white masks stoically patient.

What’s in a cats mind? Waiting for something, but what? No sounds outside, no rustling leaves, but he waits. His sister or brother outside. Is it them he’s sitting, waiting for.
The cat likes to be patient, it’s in his nature, will he see a spider cross the floor? I wrote this, then looked up. A click or clack and he’s out the cat flap, to explore.
Night sits over the house. Will he see a mouse? Will he wait and stare some more, or pounce? No presents please. I don’t need the hassle. You sit and stare, at peace.

It’s hot, and the cats have come into the living room to enjoy the breeze from our oscillating fan. They won’t sit right in front of it but are off to one side so they can feel a bit cooler. I’ve got the back door open for once after dosing myself up with hay-fever spray. Usually the windows and doors stay firmly shut but it’s hot AND humid tonight. It’s rained for a bit so that’s cooled the atmosphere slightly. Meanwhile the cats just decided to mooch off somewhere else xxx