My humans have really lost it this time. Mother especially. She follows me around with her black rectangle in her hand, waiting for me to speak. Then she and father oooh and aaaah at the rectangle and tell me how wonderful I am. As if I’m not already aware!
…Everyone’s looking for some comfort right now. Whether it’s the American election and its (bloody ridiculous) aftermath, the Coronavirus and subsequent restrictions and their impact on businesses and livelihoods – we all seem to be feeling extra stress right now.
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Greetings, my little purr factories! I trust you had a wonderful week, filled with sunbeams and belly rubs. Today, I’m here to share with you the latest scientific research into feline behavior as I continue my quest to bridge the gap between species.
…The hospice where my Mom died nearly two months ago reached out and offered me grief therapy, so I took it. I wanted to hear what would come out of me in a safe space, with a trained professional. I figured that would tell me how I was doing. I felt like I was coping okay. Lots of tears, but getting on with it. A wise man once said, “the last one to notice the water is the fish”. I’m the fish.
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I’m so excited I nearly forgot to throw up a hairball on the comforter this morning. The Humane Society of London & Middlesex 2021 calendar is out and on sale, featuring your bewitching blogger as Ms. February.
…The US election hasn’t been formally decided yet, but I’m just being hopeful.
…Greetings, my little hairball makers, it is I, your fave fabled feline, here to enter-tame you once again!
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You can call this Crisis PR or simply using human decency. But, when something goes sideways with your life or business, it’s better to say something than let others speak for you.
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Hello, my little catnip crunchers! Welcome once again to my paws for the claws in my never-ending quest to bridge the gap between lesser and greater beings. Greater being, of course, the fabulous felines of the world!
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Out here in the wilds of Southwold, Halloween is like every other day. No matter how lit up or pumpkin-friendly we choose to make this house, no one’s going to allow their kids to trick or treat out here. Besides, every kid knows you go where there’s the most return (candy) for your effort and that’s in town.
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I’d heard my human beans talking about someone named Bumpy. “When should we introduce Miss Sugar to Bumpy?”, one of them asked the other. “They should meet soon”, said the other. Who is Bumpy, I wondered. How could he be living in our home without me picking up his scent? It’s not easy being the only four-legged creature around here!
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Do you have suppressed wanderlust? I sure do. I’m itching to travel, even to just go on a road trip for a few days, something Derek and I love to do. But to paraphrase Bob Dylan, the times they have a-changed. It will be a good long while before that travel itch can get properly scratched.
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You probably still have turkey on your mind and possibly in your fridge. As for me, I’m so happy that things are back to normal around here. Today, I can return to my mission of helping you help me helping you to help me even more. And by me I mean “we”, the feline species. Let’s get to it!
…When I went to my Mom’s condo in early August for a visit from far-away relatives, I didn’t know how long I would be there. I had packed a bag a few times before, believing I would “know” when it was time to stay, and I did. It was clear. But I didn’t try to imagine when I would return home, because going home meant my Mom would be gone, and I wanted to put that off for as long as possible.
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I don’t know where to begin, dear reader. I suppose I should start with my absence from this space. When Mother left and did not return home for many weeks, she also did not capture my Tuesday musings for publication. My tender age notwithstanding, I’m decidedly old school when it comes to technology, preferring to pass her my thoughts orally, one mewl at a time.
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Mom didn’t want me writing about the fact that she had cancer. “Wait ’til I’m gone”, she said.
…If you follow me on social media, you might be aware that this is a difficult time of my life.
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I used to want to be famous. When I was a lot younger, I thought fame was a sure path to acceptance, adoration and financial freedom. I believed that fame washed away insecurities and flaws, leaving behind a shiny, beloved creature without a care in the world. I assumed it was how you got happy.
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