My thoughts about books, writing, life and so many other things….Judy Leigh/ Elena Collins.
I’ve had cats around since I was a kid. So I know enough about felines to be no moggy’s fool. They can be adorable, changeable and totally infuriating. They can be perfect. Then they can let you down. TS Eliot was right. Before a Cat will condescend To treat you as a trusted friend, Some …
So, as many of you know, a stray cat turned up in my back yard last June and lived outside for a while in the old barn where we keep G’s rusty wrecked cars. He was shy, nervous even, but his hunger got the better of him and I started to feed him. He’s a …
Many of you know about my black cat, Colin. Colin Feral. He was renowned for his beautiful green eyes. He wasn't the brightest tool in the shed. Everyone who met him loved him. Colin would climb on my lap, and on my laptop, where he'd edit, delete chapers, send emails, turn it off. He was …
They look adorable but, love them or hate them, cats are control freaks who think they rule the world...
Meet my cats. All three of them. A real handful...
A few nights ago I was doing my Wuthering Heights impression, running around the garden in my pyjamas, shouting and waving my arms, screaming into the darkness as a storm blazed overhead. Cracks of thunder rumbled in the hills as lightning split the skies: everything was illuminated white and then swallowed in shadow again. I …
Perhaps I should start by saying that the only time I sit down conventionally is when I’m writing at the computer. And that is hardly conventional sitting – my cat, Colin, is behind me on my chair, occupying three quarters of the seat, so I am perched on the end, which isn’t a bad thing …
I popped round to my friends’ house yesterday, five minutes away, just up the hill, for a cup of tea and a chat. It was a completely normal nice activity. The weather was glorious so we sat in the garden. Birds twittered and the sun filtered through branches; little clenched buds were beginning to open. …
Majick’s return home after fourteen months’ absence was an incredible surprise, and I was so happy. The wanderer had been reconnected with me via a local vet who phoned my mobile after checking his chip. He’d been brought in by a woman who’d been feeding him for a while and I suspect that she wanted …
He left fourteen months ago, about six weeks after I moved house. I kept him in for the advised few weeks and then he’d been out a few times, coming back for feeds and sleep. Majick Cat had always been a bit of a character – I’d had him for a few years, inherited from …
That quintessence of dust 