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. And then Perkins just conks out suddenly and sleeps exactly where she’s landed for hours on end.
It’s been entertaining for us, and most definitely for Perkins, but I’m not sure about the furry members of the family. Here are Bella the cat and Neko the dog looking slightly horrified as Perkins decides to interrupt their afternoon nap – if Neko could speak to me he would be saying “what the hell have you done?”. And then Bella looking on as Perkins eats all her food. Again.
Alfie, our old cat, has pretty much thrown all his toys out of the pram and moved out! …
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It’s now a couple of weeks later, and all four animals are in the same room, curled up, fast asleep. They’ve gradually become friends, and it’s been good for us all to have a little whirlwind taking over the house to shake things up a bit.
Welcome home, Perkins!
I asked my mum to drop into the vets yesterday on her way back from town and pick up some medicine for my old, wheezy cat, Alfie Bear. Which she did. Well done for that bit, mum.
But she also picked up something else. ‘I’ve brought you a present,’ she said.
She saw the look on my face that said ‘I really don’t need another cat’ and assured me she could take it straight back to the vets, no harm done. In our house, we have a policy of only taking in adult cats who need a home. But it’s almost impossible to say ‘yes you must take this tiny scrap of warm, wriggly kitten back to where you got it from immediately!”
So meet Perkins. Cat number three and our very first kitten.
My boys had been lamenting the fact that we don’t have interesting cats. Our other two like to sleep, and not much else goes on. I asked them what an interesting cat did, and they decided it was the sort of cat that sat on your keyboard when you were trying to work, and liked to shove things off the table and climb up curtains. A cat like Simon’s Cat. Perkins has only been here for a day and can fit into a cereal bowl with room to spare, but she’s already done all of those things 🙂
Click the picture to see Simon’s Cat in action!
Here’s the prologue from my new book, a scary YA Paranormal Romance – Groundhog Day… but on a dark street… with a murderer.
She sits beside me on the sofa, close but not quite touching. Her hand rests, clenched, on her knee, inches from my own. I daren’t reach for it because I know she’ll flinch. The lights from the TV illuminate her face and flash like fireworks in the darkness of her eyes, reminding me of another place, different lights. I lean back so I can watch her without her knowing.
We’ve only been officially seeing each other for a few weeks and I’m trying my best to act cool about it. It’s incredibly difficult. She sets off explosive charges inside me with just one look. My heart is constantly stuck in my throat. Every rare smile I win from her is a small victory. Continue reading
Really excited to see my book languishing besides the likes of these cool crooners in a search for my name on Amazon. I’m not sure what ‘Danilo’ is doing to ‘Vera’ but it looks like he’s trying to shove a daisy up her nose! Aah well, she doesn’t seem to mind.
A translation tells me the title is literally:
‘That you would not have anything to do’
I don’t think we need a translation for ‘A Musica Maravilhosa…’