Monthly Archives: November 2019

Food for thought.

One glass wonder.


A poem I made.

I had some wine,
It went to my head,
And off I went,
early to bed.

Cwtch.

Cwtch is a Welsh word. It means cuddle.
And cats all over the world know exactly what it means when it’s cold and there is a warm lap waiting to sleep in.

Kitchen raid.

I’m under attack from a little, black, permanently ravenous cat.
(Not that she’s been put on a diet by the vet or anything for being a bit chunky).

Halloween 2019

I think the girls out did themselves this year. Evie’s wig was spectacular and Renee worked that Halloween cat vibe like the sassy puss she is. Millie ever resplendent as a 1920’s flapper girl.
(Wondering how long that feather will last with two cats in the house though).

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