House-Sitting and All its Joy and Madness

Housesitting is a wonderful lifestyle choice. I love it in nearly all ways. The travel, the exploration, the discovery, the change, new houses, new design ideas, meeting new cats. Almost everything is positive and exciting. The area I struggle with most is the physical act of packing up all our stuff, putting said stuff in the car - a moderately sized car - making it fit, making things that could get squashed not get squashed and doing all this to a time scale.

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The Miracle of How Bellydance is Healing My Body

Yesterday I saw a podiatrist called Holly. She made my feet feel happier. She removed hard skin that comes from my individual weight bearing style. She had a look at my athlete’s foot which is quite sore but slowly getting better through diet, friendly bacteria and listerine foot soaks. It’s been a bit hard to walk because my usually stronger foot is now the sorer of the two. I think it’s arisen because I’m cleansing and usually when you cleanse and eat more simply (ie without sugar everyday), old stuff comes up and needs to be expelled. So I’m slaying it and it’ll leave me soon and won’t be welcomed back.

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Day 20 - Dancing for Relief

Day 20 - I’m dancing once more after a few days transitioning between houses. When I dance again, a relief comes over me. My body feels thankful. I’m giving it attention. I’ve been static with no space to dance. Now I have a room with a view. There are trees and squirrels and jackdaws. And there’s me. At the centre. Listening to fat beats. Firing up my blood. Firing up my spirit. I admire my strength and determination to keep on dancing. To keep on finding out who I am and what I’m capable of.

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Twitchy tail marmalade catto enjoys belly rubs and has big warm squishy ears. He used to live under a school. He loves being outside. When he’s inside he’ll be lying next to his catnip rubbing mat. He’s not allowed in the bedrooms though sometimes he sneaks in for a nap.

Who’s a handsome boyo then? And more likely to let a gang of field mice snuggle into his soft silky fur than eat them for dinner. Georgie Orange Catto!

Grateful to have an English country garden on my doorstep. It’s lush, vivid, wild, wonderful, full of roses and yes, I drank magic rose water earlier on. The deep scarlet was the most aromatic.

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This is Georgie. He’s a HUGE ginger tom. He’s a gentle giant and very friendly. I’m looking forward to lots of cuddles with this purr maker. What a colour.

Ok. Had enough now. Two days without sniffing or snogging soft, furry catto ears is just far too long. Luckily I’ve got a new cat-sit tomorrow. Georgie, a gentle tom cat. I hope he’s into his ears being stroked otherwise we’re going to run into problems.

York. Simon’s birthday. Extra cheat day (woohoo). Totally loving this eclectic, ancient, vibrant city. Easy to navigate round. A river running through it. Nature. Green spaces. Happy tourists. Friendly locals. Cosmopolitan edge. Elegance. York, you rock!

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Do You Scowl?

I’ve started to notice when I scowl, grimace or frown. And I don’t like it. Even in moments of stress, I’d prefer to have a soft placid face rather than one with harsh lines and a grumpy expression. It’s something to think about. I’m human with a multitude of expressions but what expressions do I want to put out into the world? What can I possibly have to frown about in my beautiful rich life? I don’t need to frown. I don’t need to scowl. I’m doing it over the smallest things. It’s not healthy or productive. It’s just a habit that can be fixed. One from childhood probably, to get my own way or make the world pay attention to me. It’s time for my face to become vibrant and full of positive expressions. Whatever I see and whatever’s going on at the time.

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Dear little Cookie. Fingers crossed for a positive and swift recovery for you sweet one. You really deserve peace. I’ll keep you updated on her progress.

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Baby Buzzface (how big is his head?!). Won’t see him till next year 😩 We had a one night stand last night. My last night with him. He slept in my bed. He’s the most snugglypuffin catto I’ve ever met. He’s got a lush long exhale that says ‘I am so comfy with you right now’. Aww.

Last night with this gorgeous boyo. Not sure when I’ll see him again. I’m breathing in his yummy furry smell and feeling grateful I’ve spent time with him this week. Buzz. You’re the best. You’re so silky and gentle. Wanna sleep in my bed tonight? hee hee : )

Animals and Their Spirits

I took dear little Cookie to the vet today. There’s something wrong and so far we don’t know what it is. She’s old and frail. I’m trying not to be worried. Going to the vet today brought up some memories. I was 14 when my cat best friend Amy was put to sleep. We had five pets and she was the first to go. She was only 8. I was mortified. I remember coming home alone that day and balling my eyes out on the floor like a toddler. The other dogs and cats gathered round me concerned. But no-one could replace my Amy. It was so unfair. She should have had another ten years left in her. That was the first time I’d ever experienced loss in such a profound way. One minute there. The next, those blue eyes were no longer.

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