Cats
Sometimes the world gets a bit much for me. Sometimes I feel it is too big and too fast and too careless and I have to retreat. If I can, I like to spend an afternoon alone in our house with my cats. It is peaceful and gentle and cats with pink noses and delicate paws are therapeutic. With my cats there is no sadness, there is no inequity, there is no prejudice or crime, or anger there is only quiet and calm and sanctuary. I could sit for hours and watch my cats play or bathe or just sleep; there is such grace in their movements. Perhaps it is a kind of meditation to watch cats. Can it be that different from studying any art form or thing of beauty? Curled in a ball or stretched long in the sun they are silken perfection as far as I am concerned. They bring harmony and balance back into my life, they restore me when I am weary, they give me perspective and help me to remember what is truly important. All this I am given by these amazing creatures who ask for nothing in return.
- Thankful Thursday
There are few things I can think of that I am more thankful for than my cats. They fill my days with joy, bring harmony and balance into my life, restore me when I am weary and help me to remember what is truly important. As many of you know...
- The New Door Horror...
Just when I think I know my cats they go and do something that throws me off. I usually like to write my blog on Friday, but we had a new front door installed yesterday and it created quite a cat stir so I decided to post early. Since my guys are indoor...
- Sunshine Boys
A favourite place of mine in the house is the “cat room” which is actually one of our spare bedrooms. It has a comfy double bed pushed up against a tall window that overlooks the back garden. In the afternoon, the sun beats onto the bed and the room...
- Meet Benjamin
This is Benjamin, aka Ben, Benny, Benners, as you can see he is also a very relaxed boy. When we first adopted him we called him wee Ben, then he grew into Big Ben, but now we call him Gentle Ben. He has matured into a wonderful fellow with a great personality....
- Diary Of A Teenage Fosterer #3
This post has been written by Tristan Goodway-Sims who is undertaking a volunteer placement for a Duke of Edinburgh award My last blog post ended with the perils of kitten worming when they were three weeks old. As the weeks have gone on, the kittens...
Cats
Kitty Bliss...
Sometimes the world gets a bit much for me. Sometimes I feel it is too big and too fast and too careless and I have to retreat. If I can, I like to spend an afternoon alone in our house with my cats. It is peaceful and gentle and cats with pink noses and delicate paws are therapeutic. With my cats there is no sadness, there is no inequity, there is no prejudice or crime, or anger there is only quiet and calm and sanctuary. I could sit for hours and watch my cats play or bathe or just sleep; there is such grace in their movements. Perhaps it is a kind of meditation to watch cats. Can it be that different from studying any art form or thing of beauty? Curled in a ball or stretched long in the sun they are silken perfection as far as I am concerned. They bring harmony and balance back into my life, they restore me when I am weary, they give me perspective and help me to remember what is truly important. All this I am given by these amazing creatures who ask for nothing in return.
- Thankful Thursday
There are few things I can think of that I am more thankful for than my cats. They fill my days with joy, bring harmony and balance into my life, restore me when I am weary and help me to remember what is truly important. As many of you know...
- The New Door Horror...
Just when I think I know my cats they go and do something that throws me off. I usually like to write my blog on Friday, but we had a new front door installed yesterday and it created quite a cat stir so I decided to post early. Since my guys are indoor...
- Sunshine Boys
A favourite place of mine in the house is the “cat room” which is actually one of our spare bedrooms. It has a comfy double bed pushed up against a tall window that overlooks the back garden. In the afternoon, the sun beats onto the bed and the room...
- Meet Benjamin
This is Benjamin, aka Ben, Benny, Benners, as you can see he is also a very relaxed boy. When we first adopted him we called him wee Ben, then he grew into Big Ben, but now we call him Gentle Ben. He has matured into a wonderful fellow with a great personality....
- Diary Of A Teenage Fosterer #3
This post has been written by Tristan Goodway-Sims who is undertaking a volunteer placement for a Duke of Edinburgh award My last blog post ended with the perils of kitten worming when they were three weeks old. As the weeks have gone on, the kittens...