The Descent of Cat
In which Perkins the Kitten demonstrates how not to climb down from the top of a tree… Continue reading The Descent of Cat
Category: Animals and Writing
The First Few Days of Perkins
I’d forgotten what whirlwinds kittens are. We’ve had Perkins in the bathtub, Perkins in the sink, Perkins in the washing machine (that was a close call), Perkins tinkling the ivories on the piano… all often within the same half hour. Continue reading The First Few Days of Perkins
#4 I didn’t write today because… of Perkins
In which there is a very tiny new addition to the household. Continue reading #4 I didn’t write today because… of Perkins
Owl Wanted for Ocean Voyage
Bella the cat waits for her Morepork Continue reading Owl Wanted for Ocean Voyage
The Sad Case of the Bathroom Mosquito
In the last few weeks, I’ve been kept awake by a multitude of marauding mosquitoes. They suck so much of my blood I’m always surprised to find I’m alive in the morning, and that the mosquitoes still look so tiny when they should have the most bulbous of bellies.
But, despite this nasty, nightly feasting, I can’t help feeling sorry for Morris the Bathroom Mosquito.
Don’t get me wrong; I hate the little buggers as much as anyone. As concrete proof of this, here is a poem a teenage version of me, driven half insane with fury, wrote in the middle of the night on a holiday in Wales with my friend, Sophie.
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The Fearless Toaster Mouse Gang
One day, we were making toast for breakfast and noticed the kitchen smelt really bad. Of dead things. I looked in the cupboards, under the cupboards, behind the cupboards several hundred times. Nothing. We ate the toast…
Continue reading “The Fearless Toaster Mouse Gang”Little Heartbeats at my Feet
Edith Wharton described her dog as ‘a little heartbeat at my feet’. The steady presence of animals is very comforting when you’re writing. Here are my own two little heartbeats. There is another one, but she is less helpful, falling fast asleep stretched over my chair so I can’t sit down and start work without feeling bad for disturbing her! Continue reading Little Heartbeats at my Feet
