Monday, 30 November 2009
Speed now, grace later.
Today I was startled as Yoshka suddenly leapt up as I walked past, and then hurtled down the stairs in front of me, her long white rear legs working in powerful unison to propel her in a series of rapid hops down to the hallway below, where she skidded on the tiles, her nose coming to a stop inches short of the front door. Dignity will come with age.
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Music Master
What a lousy, grumpy mood she's been in for days. But just this evening I think I found a crack in her defences. She seems to be really jealous of my guitar. I strum, she miaows and hops onto my lap between my arm and the wood of the guitar. A little awkward, a bit tight for space and certainly cramps my style, but if it wins her back, she can join me on stage.
Monday, 23 November 2009
Meat made her mean, moody and malevolent
I raised Yoshka on organic natural dry food, made with only the absolutely essential chemical additives, and no colouring or hormones. Just whatever was necessary for her good health. And healthy she grew. She had always been a little on the moody side, quite unaffectionate, a little nervous. Then I read that "hey, cats don't go chasing biscuits in the wild, so why feed them teeth-cracking hard kibbits?" And the arguments the websites put forward for organic, free range chicken seemed convincing, even though as a vegetarian myself it was anathema to me. So I gradually changed her over to chicken, and reduced the dry food. And that meat has gradually changed her into a monster. A monster who bit me last night for the first time. If I reduce the chicken now she'll certainly attack me.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Trouble in an alien world
A dog sleeps, eats, hears a stranger or another dog, barks like mad, end of story. But a cat experiences a whole drama and places it firmly in a fifth or sixth dimension, out of the auditory and visual range of humans. To sum up: Yoshka, what on earth is wrong with you, what is going on? Give me a clue! Grrrrr! (that's me, not some dog)...
Ok, so I am a little jealous. But I can control it, trust me.
Photo by Maki Tsunoda of her cat Zeke.
Friday, 20 November 2009
Sardines for the bully
I tried to open a tin of sardines for my lunch without her hearing. In a second she had jumped down off the bed and was in the kitchen, sitting there looking hard at me. I could read her mind: "You're not going to eat the whole lot yourself, are you, greedy?" I sighed, scooped out a tribute sardine piece, and placed it in her bowl. She did the usual act of pretending to want to eat it, licked it and walked off. As usual. She actually hates sardines.
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Friday, 13 November 2009
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Monday, 26 October 2009
Saturday, 24 October 2009
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
The Greatest Cat in History
Spent most of his life in Munich, Trevor the cat passed the last few years in the UK. He died aged 18. Everyone who came in to contact with him agreed that he had a fabulous temperament. Never bit, very cuddly, properly loving, and most of all, he enjoyed, no, he absolutely adored, being stroked, picked up, carried. And his big party piece: I could say "Trevor, give me a kiss" and he would always kiss my cheek. Unless there was another Trevor in the room - that could be embarrassing.
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Monday, 19 October 2009
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Friday, 16 October 2009
Thursday, 15 October 2009
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Monday, 12 October 2009
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Monday, 5 October 2009
Cat burglar cases joint.
No-one home, lovely. I'll break the glass, open the door and nick a few quid to buy some crack.
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Yeah - there's definitely a dead pixel on your screen
... and "accommodation" is spelled wrong again, idiot.
Saturday, 3 October 2009
So you think I'm cute, do you?
...you won't believe the wave of destruction I'm going to unleash on your clothes and furniture as soon as you leave the room.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
I know, I know - just don't take a photo ....
Great night grooving on the dancefloor, knocking back the tequilas, I'm wasted.
Down and out and loving it ...
Never thought I'd end up sleeping in a box but I didn't want the hassle of a mortage.
I really just don't know where I stand on the big issues of the day.
I would get off the fence but metaphors are tricky for me at this stage of my evolution.
Set my goal too high today
I just need a casual smile and she'll think looking an idiot is part of the act...
Yeah - looking sly today, baby
Worked on the eyes in the mirror last night - now I'm off to swagger round the hood.
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
I got dreams, big ones
I'm gonna bust out of this place, start a new life in Spain, maybe open up a bar.
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