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Category Archives: Wild Thing
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
Posted in Animal antics, Family, Home, Hope, Londonish life, Wild Thing
Tagged cats, life, love, pre-emptive padding, the cativerse
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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
Posted in Hope, Londonish life, Loss, Wild Thing
Tagged anger, Chester R. Quattelbaum, friendship, Greg Traylor, grief, laughter, loss, love, suicide
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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
Posted in Animal antics, Hope, Londonish life, Loss, Wild Thing
Tagged fiv, hope, osteomyelitis jaw, recovery, rescue
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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
Posted in Animal antics, Londonish life, Loss, Wild Thing
Tagged cats needing homes, loss, saint, sorrow
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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
Posted in Animal antics, Londonish life, Wild Thing
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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
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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Ladies and gentlemen … we have #Healerfail
It may come as some surprise that M and I can actually sit down and have a cup of tea and a chat without having An Event or drama of one kind or another and often we do. A pleasant … Continue reading
Posted in Animal antics, Londonish life, Wild Thing
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Syllabub
March 2006. My home was a pretty desolate place. My marriage in ruins, we had lost the contract at work despite providing a consistently excellent service and I was staying with the company but changing jobs to a smaller contract … Continue reading
Posted in Londonish life, Loss, Ratty rants, Wild Thing
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Strange habits …
There is an old English saying which goes “There’s nowt so queer as folk” meaning that there is nothing weirder than humans and I can happily confirm the same applies to cats. Currently in my house I have: (a) A … Continue reading