Will miss this old gentleman. He spends more time here than his actual home. He hoovers up all the food left behind by the posh cats. He’s always grateful for a stroke and loves the underfloor heating. He can hunt with his eyes closed but doesn’t bother anymore. A wise old soul.

25: Tonight I reflect upon my social interactions of days gone by and how in the past, I tended to end up in the company of energy zapping people aka psychic vampires. Then I talk about how moving forward I hope to make more balanced, positive, nourishing friends.

Original song by me - You’ll Always Be

‘Your feet smell’

My fav feline floofer.

Sometimes you’ve just gotta stop and eat a Double Decker with the ducks.

Happy snoozle boy.

Happy happy jumping boy.

The Ivy. Winchester. A bit of posh glitz.

Mid yawn.

24: I talk about dealing with worry, my mind’s ability to lay booby traps for my body, confronting past traumas, seeking attention, feeling squeamish, how to stay positive amidst emotional stress, protecting myself against chatty people and being a brave warrior.

Cover song - I’ll Fly for You - Carnival Row Soundtrack

23: I’m in another part of the UK now talking about a crazy cat rescue, my encounter with some firemen, what it’s like to live with birmans and how I’m trying to get a handle on my tendancy to worry.

Gentle deer in the garden. Maybe she heard the harp. 😃

Hey good looking.

These were the final moments of the rescue. Altogether it took twelve people - 3 neighbours, a resident in the village (who’s roof he was on), me, Simon, an RSPCA inspector, 4 firemen and a stuntman animal rescuer to get lovely Rafferty to safety. Cats causing trouble again. 🙃😻

We’ve been hunting round for this catto for three days. He showed up last night on someone’s roof in the village. At its highest point. So steep, we needed expert help. We left him out there last night in the rain (sorry Raffy) and the Fire Brigade rescued him this morning. 🥳

New dance floor. New smiley face. It’s taken a while to get back into dance over the past week. I’ve been a bit preoccupied. I feel the difference in my soul tonight. I played with red ribbons in the wind and leapt about to Freak. The cattos joined in too. It’s great to be back.

Twisty Catto.

This is Morgan. He’s always round here though he doesn’t actually live here. He was a stray and the next door neighbours adopted him. He likes the underfloor heating so much that despite getting hissed at by the the birmans, he’s always waiting by the door to come in.

We reached an agreement. I’ll love him forever and he’ll let me stroke him continuously. La piéce de résistence à la cat crush.

Don’t think you can twist me round your paw with your sparkly eye. 😻

Hellooooo…? I don’t think he’s even in this realm.

Hudson poppet. I know you like my pillow but I have to go to sleep now.

This ball of sass is Orla. She likes to sit on the induction hob. Sometimes she turns it on.

Hudson aka Spud. Beautiful catto extraordinaire.