A Cat A Day: 338/365

December 4, 2011 by Fiona Joyce

Way back in post no. 3/365, I brought you a picture of Malteser chewing the artificial Christmas tree. Well, he’s happy again, because we put the tree up yesterday. Yum.

A Cat A Day: 337/365

December 4, 2011 by Fiona Joyce

Rosie with grumpy fur standing on end. Cosmo has been picking on her today.

A Cat A Day: 336/365

December 2, 2011 by Fiona Joyce

First iPad post. Having fun.

Yet failing on first attempt to attach photograph. Much to learn.

A Cat A Day: 335/365

December 2, 2011 by Fiona Joyce

Willow’s heart-shaped nose-pad. With 30 posts left to do, boredom has struck me at last. I will finish my 365 Project, but be glad to reach the end. I have enough sources of pressure and guilt without adding an unnecessary, artificial one to the burden.

Is this 4am insomnia talking? … Probably.

A Cat A Day: 334/365

November 30, 2011 by Fiona Joyce

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 Cat A Day: 333/365

November 29, 2011 by Fiona Joyce

Thank you again to Emilie Burguin for the French cat pictures. I’m very tired and it’s great to have lots of lovely photos in my computer’s memory to choose from.

Today’s photograph shows Zaza and Mickette enjoying a sneaky snooze on a bed at Easter time in France earlier this year. I wonder which one is which?

A Cat A Day: 332/365

November 28, 2011 by Fiona Joyce

Ted catching up on the football news despite Cosmo choosing to sit on the newspaper.

A Cat A Day: 331/365

November 27, 2011 by Fiona Joyce

Many kind people have contributed pictures to this blog. Emilie Burguin sent me today’s beautiful feline and I have a few more saved up in my computer’s memory to bring you over the next few days. I’m not sure if this is her name, but Emilie tells me this is ‘Petite Noire’ relaxing in a baby’s paddling pool in France in July of this year.