Thursday, 15 December 2011

Good Morning Kitty...

I remember seeing a cartoon a few years a go. The title escapes me, but I cried with laughter at the accuracy of a cat's behaviour, whilst trying to wake up his guardian...One does not own a cat! At first, the cat tries gentle tactics, but to no avail. Then, it tries plan b, the kneading technique - like extracting milk from a teat. Again, no movement. Then, the claws.... The human twitches slightly and the cat quickly curls up, pretending to be asleep... Still, nothing. This goes on for a good while and the tactics become more aggressive and calculated. The Man still does not stir. Until, a very impatient and hungry kitty, picks up a baseball bat and wacks the man over the head!
You may think this was just a humourous animation, but believe me, cats are truly this manipulative. Otto, one of my cats, uses a similar strategy to extract me out of bed. However, this is usually at five or six o'clock in the morning. And, I am delighted to inform you that he does not possess a baseball bat. But, he loves banging on the food cupboard door, pulling out the fluff from the mattress, clawing the curtains, sitting on the pillow and relentlessly meowing in my ear and scratching at the room door. He has also learned how to open cupboards, but cannot open tins or packets; I believe he finds this pretty frustrating and makes sounds of a spoiled child not getting their own way. When all fails, then, he attacks Jaffa, his brother.  Jaffa will then get up and start with the drying rack. He stands up on his hinds and pulls the washing down, knowing this really annoys me. Generally, at this point, Otto is sitting quietly, pretending to be completely innocent, like butter would not melt... Finally, it's a wrestling match.... Both cats on hinds boxing like kangaroos. Nine (ish) kilos of kitty throwing their weight on me...
Okay, it's time to rise but not so shiny... Then, it's all kisses and soft, kittenish cuddles... gentle padding on my face and all is forgiven in that moment.

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Universe Calling...

I have just come out of the other side of a relentless headache. Two days of pain. So much so, that the base of my head is actually swollen and feeling very tender to touch. I do suffer from headaches considerably and have adjusted parts of my lifestyle to bring slight respite. However, one little thing can set it off, then, it builds and becomes tighter and more tense... This is the only time I take pills.... Nurofen usually. Yesterday I needed to get on with my day...chores, shopping, bank, post office, etc. and fighting through the nausea, (mind over matter),  I managed to get by without throwing up from head pain and sickness, thanks to the pain killers. Then, I had a revelation! Living in a house with eleven other people, on a busy road, in London. The traffic really is non - stop, the front door (by my room) is constant, the boy who lives above may as well be an elephant, the girl living opposite leaves her door to bang closed all the time.... it is a constant cycle of noise. Not sounds of life but intrusive, irritating, polluting noise.
Today, felt a little better. The pain had subsided and the house was quiet. But only for a while. Just as I relaxed in to my own rhythm........ The road workers began drilling outside my window! Is the universe trying to tell me something?
Sometimes, I long for the sound of silence... Something mellifluous, something gentle and sweet. Just a break from the city stress that likes to reside inside my head...








 

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Feeling Festive...

I have just seen the most glorious winter sunset. I stopped in my tracks and let out a gasp.... Magnificent orange gently giving way to the twilight. Then, behind me the moon was rising into the deepest blue. Suddenly, a porch lit up with a twinkling reindeer and it felt like Christmas....


  Sadly, I didn't have the camera for that festive sunset, but this is one I took last December.

Saturday, 3 December 2011

The Scent Of Winter...

From time to time it feels like I am on the cusp of a great story.... Then, it's just silence. It is as though a giant spoon is infinitely stirring the ingredients which will later present some awe - inspiring tale. Well, that is to say the small detail that bugs me today.... A little frustrated, but rest assured it will come out eventually. I believe it's just a case of clearing the webs.... Yesterday I went out walking which is a wonderful way to clarify the head and get the thought process in to action. I even remembered to bring my voice recorder for moments or a spark of genius.... But alas, nothing came.
The air was particularly fresh, it smelt clean and that made me feel good.... A  deep breath....in through the nostrils....out.... Breathing is something I have become more conscious of, due to giving up my old friend, tobacco, five months a go... I have probably spent four of those five months coughing, sweating (oh, women glow...), being grumpy, snappy, the list goes on..... However, I can breath deeply and enjoy sweet aromas.... After puffing for thirty years, believe me, a simple walk on the common on a cold December day can be quite delicious....
It remains to be said though, there is nothing as comforting as the smell of my cats when they come in out of the cold.... their coats all puffed up and soft....I love to bury my face in their tummies.... breath in.....breath in...... mmmm.

Thursday, 1 December 2011

A little London Wildlife...


Sometimes I enjoy sitting in a London green space, fortunately there are quite a few. Then, with pen, camera and coffee in hand.... I will watch the world go by... Good for the soul.