Hello friends. I am running a day behind as a consequence of tiredness, boredom and general bad-temper. However, my iPhone 4S has arrived at last and here is a festive pic of Rosie and John’s tummy. The tv programme is Rev, which I highly recommend if you haven’t seen it.
Sent from my iPhone
Well, I have never seen this before; Rosie likes garlic bread. Cats have far fewer taste buds than dogs or humans, but I would have imagined the smell would put her off. Nope. Not at all.
Stop Press! My friend Dominic has informed me that garlic is poisonous to cats. Rosie is still alive; we’ll see how she looks tomorrow.
This is nearly a lovely photograph, except that Rosie looks as if Isobel is squashing the life out of her. She wasn’t (at least I think she wasn’t; Rosie’s still alive).
Rosie with grumpy fur standing on end. Cosmo has been picking on her today.
Cats may not be our servants
or our defenders,
but give us life.
Lying softly in laps, tuning their
heartbeats to our own,
singing away sorrow,
erasing the mind,
unravelling the day.
Sharing the empty dark.
Like flowers, inexhaustible in beauty.
Like flowers, most necessary –
in ways we scarcely understand.
Healers, Companions,
Mysteries.
PAM BROWN
A guest blogger today:
Mum sent me to search out a cat photo so naturally I rose to the challenge. This is Willow (or Wee-Willy-Woo or sometimes just Willy) under our temporary dining table. He was very friendly and I also got some photos of him sniffing the camera. Oh, and that funny shape in the back is Rosie by the way. They are sitting on a box and I think they are there because the radiator is behind them. Anyway, waffling over (I love that word ‘waffling’) and good night. From Isobel 🙂
A Cat A Day 