Oh how cute.

Positive words.

Amazing Bristol street art.

Sweet Mouse. It’s good to see you again though you can’t see me so well anymore. What a scamp you used to be. Chasing badgers through the woods. You’d run so fast after them wouldn’t you? Now you prefer snuggles and warmth. You’ve still got that piercing bark and awoooo though.😉

Your Majesty, High Queen Orla. Thank you for gracing us with your presence. To even have stroked one tuft of fur on your body felt like all my Christmases had come at once. Your fluffy coat is something to behold, O Great One. I lament not being able to hear your foghorn meow anymore. It was always heard clearly on the farthest of shores. May you sleep soundly on your palacial throne and eat all the fishiest of foods in the world.

Rafferty, you’re in your prime little man. You’re fast, fluffy and can catch a fake butterfly like no other. As long as you stay away from high rooves, your humans will be just fine. Go floof the whole world dear Raff. It needs you.

Cheerio Hudson. You charmer. Cuddle demander. Big softy. Tabletop lazer. Warm snuggly floofer who has the most delightful smelling long, luxurious fur.

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.