I guess there are no accidents is true… today I was clearing thru old journals. I found the one where Gandalf left. 💔
And of course that was followed by me moving back home to my parents after yet another unsuccessful attempt to stand on my own two feet, this time culminating in the loss of my precious 5 year compadre the beautiful G.
A few weeks later, I am still numbly grieving when the two furries arrived in our life.
That was 2017. Three years ago. Feels like a lifetime. It is a lifetime for Brownie and Queenie.
I knew eventually that I would be leaving them. I didn’t want to fall in love, but sure look. Nobody is ever prepared for love. And I seem to be unfairly open to it, especially when it comes to cats. Sure look at me – snuggling up on the sofa with Gandalf’s mortal enemy Tom! I can’t be unkind with him. It’s just not in my nature. Especially when he’s been usurped by two furries of outstanding personality and attitude. Not to mention the dog! He is over his zenith. And they don’t understand that they are just in their prime. They are just in it, living it. A study in living in the moment.
I don’t even want to talk about the future. I have a feeling I know what could happen…I see quantum possibilities. But hey. Thats a story for another day.
Sometimes I wonder, did Gandalf die? And, is Brownie his reincarnation?
How naturally ironic would that be considering the role reversal with his old nemesis, Don Tommasino.
Brownie almost never sleeps 100% as you can see from above – the Peeping Eye surveys all!
And its not only Queenie he is jealous of…Tom was snuggled beside me on the couch today, and he was under constant surveillance from the Sultan of Chenille on his throne.
But Brownie is a very very smart little fellow. He steps back when I ask him to, allowing his Queen sister to eat first, and would do the same for Tom, if Tom was not afraid to eat under the self same watchful eye.
Brownie also knows and respects his own place on the windowsill, while Tom resists it more and prefers to fight me for, or purringly share, the sofa.
They are intriguing and interesting company, no doubt, each one such an individual with his or her own unique characteristics.
Don’t get cats if you want to exert your authority too much. Brownie chooses to obey me because I am his chosen human. He is allowed to occasionally sleep on my bed, after all. Be kind, let them come and go at will, feed them the best you can and pet them when they desire, and for however long they desire it. They will reward you with lifelong entertainment and company, love and healing purrs. There is literally nothing more rewarding than a wild animal who chooses to domesticate himself and chooses you as his personal friend. If you are in trouble, he will materialise and stay by your side until he deems the worst danger has passed.
Cats are an absolute blessing, but never take them for granted! They will do as they want.
I only realised at bedtime that my furry teddy bear 🧸 🐻 is utterly jealous of his sister Queenie.
After I’d spent the early part of the day snuggling Queenie and trying to pet him at the same time; he seemed to lose interest or get distracted by the hunt of leaves or the watching of birds; but in fact the whole time I was cleaning up the house, he kept trying to get my attention, bless him. He’s such a little cutie pie. I love them both so much. After I lost Merlin I swore never again, then after Gandalf left…well, I wasn’t given a choice, but I am not complaining! I just don’t want to think about when I have to leave them. And who ever knew Tom (Gandalf’s mortal enemy for years) and I would end up falling in love in his furry retirement. Well I always did have a soft spot for Michael Corleone.
Sun shone. Kev woke me early with a phone call from Ghana 🇬🇭
Brownie politely called me for morning cuddles and breakfast.
I wanted to go out for a walk, but you know those days when the sunlight shows up all the dust and dirt? Yep. So I started cleaning tidying and organising. It was a good day.
Before anything else though, Queenie needed her cuddles. My little princess. She’s like a baby. My furry little baby. That fur though. At this time of the year it is hard to breathe with both herself and Brownie inside more because of the cold. And Tom! Who knew a short haired cat would shed so much!! He rules the couch and leaves a layer after himself.
So I’m going to have an early night now after dusting, washing, shaking freshening and the rest.
Brownie was not best pleased with me today because I didn’t produce amazing new cat food from the grocery store yesterday. I have to go out again tomorrow now…oh, just the absolute essentials Gard. You know, wine, catfood and Lady products…🙄🤭
All we have/are
Pirate power station
Each one of us
To/for become one
Don’t let go
Speak from above
We got you
The act of breath
In the face of the enemy
No blame here
Just go your own way
You got me
We are all connected
In the blue
In the deep deep green
Feel it as it tries to hold you down
It works through the other
Creating the enemy
But we are all just energy
Reaching out to explore
Out of the squalid murk
I breathe again
In this moment
I choose to feel
To rise and rise
The seasonal changes are inviting longer evenings and soup.
The cats are wondering why the doors aren’t open all the time (no more presents, thank you Brownie) and they are thirstier from the heating.
I am craving winter sun. Ibiza this time last year seems like a distant dream. A new adventure is calling. And I have to meet the beautiful New man in my life, who supports me and talks with me every day online.
The last 6 months in a blog post. Well. Everything has changed.
Except for the reliable cat flatmates I share with.
Thank goodness for these guys. Tom is still ensconced. We had a power struggle during the lockdown. He started to think he was the boss of me!
I felt bad for him so he’s back, but a bit humbler. Not stealing the couch from me so much or demanding that I get up every time I sit down.
Mind you working from home is a double edged sword. I don’t sleep very well at night and if I have a bad day at the office I have nowhere to go. I have started running though. And Pilates twice a week with Ann Dempsey. And Dance class with Cayisha Graham on Wednesdays. And I am now able to eat a decent dinner every night if I want to. And I’m sure I’m not the only one who has cleaned their whole apartment, experimented in the kitchen and turned their kitchen floor into a dancefloor.
The cats are very patient with me, they used to get breakfast between 7 and 9. Now it might be 12 noon. However Queenie has taken to loudly announcing her hunger on my Mam’s windowsill next door.
Since the lockdown started we’ve had the joy of home grooming and it hasn’t been easy. Brownie and Queenie have been very patient.
I think they are getting used to us being home all the time but I’m starting to get itchy feet….