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All articles up to 25 September 2010 were originally published in The Pagan Activist, a fairly short-lived but absolutely wonderful website set up by the equally wonderful Edain Duguay. Edain gave me the encouragement and courage to write for a public audience so this blog is kind of her fault :-). All the other posts are new.

How to live with nine cats and not lose your mind …

People ask me what it is like to live with nine (Nine? NINE? NNNINE? Yeah, nine.) cats … here is a snapshot .. 1.  Forget about greeting any visitors normally. Because those people who wish to sell you things (cheap … Continue reading

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For Greg and all who loved him

Last weekend I lost a friend. He slipped through my hands just at the last moment, at the point where things were so bad for him, they simply had to get better. He had what I believed to be an … Continue reading

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Grumpy

I had spent a good four years trying to catch him.  I glimpsed him first up the road, playing with his friend, a big ginger cat who looked domesticated on first sight but who also resisted all temptations to come … Continue reading

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Compo

We called him Compo.  His real name was Peter but as we already had one of those in the shop, we needed to differentiate him from the other, who was rapidly falling out of favour with us.  We knew he … Continue reading

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Cats are weird … just like humans

Cats seem to live a whole secret life sometimes, apart from us, full of their own rituals and behaviours.  It is something I  have taken a long time to realise but they truly are not just eating and shitting machines … Continue reading

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A kitten for Arthur …

In all the years I spent fostering cats and kittens, it was Arthur who first befriended the traumatised, frightened and often ill felines first. My general rule of thumb was not to mix any fosters with my own but that … Continue reading

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For my inconstant reader

All those nights of wine and stars And days of very, very different lives End here, in this silly room Both of us needing something From each other, finally Not able to put this aside now. All those years past … Continue reading

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