Anyway it seems I have forgotten how to blog. Forgotten how to edit and make changes . That first / last post went off at half cock never to be retrieved.
I got distracted by a flurry of emails alas requesting cash advances rather than services.
I am still offering services as I said.
This morning I visited one of my great favourites whom I shall call Tiny Shouty. She is usually more of a Croaky but today she was extremely shouty. I guess her idea of what time breakfast should reasonably be served differed somewhat from mine. On a Saturday I thought eight am reasonable given she has a snack served in a feeder which opens earlier. But as I opened the door I was greeted by a barrage of screeching and the thud of heavy footsteps clattering along the wood floor of the hall. I pinned myself against the door fearing the worst (intruders arriving to off me ) and the teeny little lamb crashed into me then pointed me to the kitchen and the box of wet foodstuffs. It was a good ten minutes before she calmed herself and led me upstairs so that I could sit and read Simon Hattenstone's article on Amanda Knox with her in the sunshine overlooking the seafront . I showed her the picture of Ms K and asked her what she thought but like my own Kitty would she stared inscrutably into the middle distance. It's not so much lack of commitment as preferring you to make your own mind up.
Now let's see if I can publish this one without the whole kerfuffle of the re edit and the black line going through everything with Preview written on it. Eek.
Saturday, 8 February 2014
New Blog? Or just revive the old one?
I'm still cat minding. But blogging has ground to a halt.
Writing hasn't. I've been writing in all different sorts of ways, mostly with a pen and ink. But cat minding probably needs boosting a little , with the demise of so many of my old friends , so here goes.
I'm now cat minding in a new way. In the old days I would find the cats. Or rather their families would ring me and I'd go out to meet them and it would take off from there. Now , that still happens , though less, probably because I haven't been to the vets in ages to replace my cards and I get the occasional call from the website, ok maybe twice I had calls that way , though every month I get people ringing to ask if I will take the cat that has turned up in their garden , or can I help them with a cat that's scaring them on their window sill or some such query.
Now though it seems cats are finding us.
Martin , see attached picture, has been living rough in the vicinity for ages.Likewise another two cats one at the back and another at the front of the house . Finally took pity on Martin and asked myself why am I keeping him out in these freezing cold temperatures? No good reason. So he came in.
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Writing hasn't. I've been writing in all different sorts of ways, mostly with a pen and ink. But cat minding probably needs boosting a little , with the demise of so many of my old friends , so here goes.
I'm now cat minding in a new way. In the old days I would find the cats. Or rather their families would ring me and I'd go out to meet them and it would take off from there. Now , that still happens , though less, probably because I haven't been to the vets in ages to replace my cards and I get the occasional call from the website, ok maybe twice I had calls that way , though every month I get people ringing to ask if I will take the cat that has turned up in their garden , or can I help them with a cat that's scaring them on their window sill or some such query.
Now though it seems cats are finding us.
Martin , see attached picture, has been living rough in the vicinity for ages.Likewise another two cats one at the back and another at the front of the house . Finally took pity on Martin and asked myself why am I keeping him out in these freezing cold temperatures? No good reason. So he came in.
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