Nerves are frayed, bites and bruises are increasing daily, and still Small Black Cat is in the drain.
Friends on Twitter and Facebook are cheering us - and Ozzie on – from afar. Zeena is inspecting us on each return as if we might be sneaky enough to hide him in a pocket and not tell her. All of us have Had Enough. But none of us can bring ourselves to simply give up. So at 10pm we were back at the drain and it looks like we might just have won. (more…)
For those of you only just joining us, Mr Small Black Cat’s nosiness has got him trapped - and shooed away – twice in one evening. Terrified he has run two blocks over and taken refuge in a drain that runs beneath the road. Meanwhile, back home…. (more…)
The story thus far: Mr Small Black Cat, Ozzie, has finally ventured outdoors after a fortnight of cowering inside after being bitten by a small dog. When dinner time rolled around and we called The Cats, Fat ‘n’ Fluffy waddled over and Zeena bounded in to take her rightful spot at the head of the food dish. But no sign of Ozzie. It’s not unusual for him to arrive a bit later – being nosy often takes him a little further afield than his sisters. That and his tendency to quiver in fear under a house until nobody can actually see him coming home…. (more…)
If you’ve followed my blog or read my book, The Great Urban Ark, you may be familiar with The Cats: Rosie and The Terrible Twins. Rosie (8) is Fat ‘n’ Fluffy and her any time she actually moves is cause much surprise and celebration, even though ‘move’ in her case is something of an exaggeration. I am sure she spends most of her day trying to figure out how to get us to bring the food bowl to her rather than the other way around.
The Terrible Twins – a pair of identical ‘mostly Mandalay’ black kittens, abandoned on the side of the road when only a couple of days old – joined us three years ago. Ozzie and Zeena have been running the joint ever since and I swear they could give Don Corlione lessons…. (more…)
I am about to share a deep, dark secret. It’s something I have hidden from the world for years, too ashamed to admit for fear of the reaction of others. But I can hide it no longer. I HATE COOKING.
I’m serious. I hate cooking. With a passion; in fact with the type of passion I normally reserve for chocolate and champagne – or rather the consumption thereof. Let me clarify… (more…)
It’s that time of year again folks. January 1 – the day of Great Determination and Good Intentions. Go on, hands up – who has made at least one resolution today? Uh-huh. Thought so. Oh, don’t worry, I’m not judging; I’m no different. I started the morning off making them too. After a few moments, I looked at my list, thought a moment then scrapped all but one: make more money. (more…)
As a freelancer, Christmas and New Year means I have a little time up my sleeve to catch up on stuff (translation: my clients are all on holiday). So, a couple of days ago I set myself the goal of writing two blog posts (different blogs, different topics, different audiences), around 2,000 words of my new non-fiction book and at least 2,500 words of my novel. Being the decisive and well disciplined writer that I am, I poured myself coffee, got a cookie, sat down at my desk and…opened up Facebook. Oh, get over it. I’m on holiday. Besides this isn’t a post about my procrastination issues (I keep meaning to write that one but you know…keep getting distracted…) (more…)
I’ve just finished reading a fantastic article by Boonsri Dickinson over at BYTE, called As Mobile Work Rises, 9-to-5 Jobs Decline. In it, Dickinson discusses the way the work place is evolving as people choose to work differently thanks to the changes in technology. More and more people it seems are choosing to do things differently – from the way they find work through to the way they do work. And in my humble opinion (it’s my blog, so I get to put it forward), it’s about time.
I have to admit I have never considered having eyelash extensions. It’s not that I have a problem with the concept; I’ve had acrylic nails for longer than I care to remember because I like how strong they make my own nails. I’ve just always thought of lash extensions as being something the likes of Angelina Jolie would get for a red carpet event. Not something for a mere mortal such as myself.