A lot of people ask me one question in particular when it comes to living with chronic pain.
How do you do it?
Or similarly I hear-
I don’t know how you do it.
I don’t know how you live like this.
The sad reality of the fact is, that chronic pain is my life now, and I don’t get a choice. Well, I guess I could curl up in a ball and retreat into the depths of my very comfortable bed for all time and never be seen again, but that’s not much of an existence now, is it? Read More
Change is on the cold north wind that has seemingly come to stay in this part of the Great British nation for which my breed is so named, and I find myself at the heart of it, as ever watchful over bae.
Cats, in case you didn’t know, are musically inclined. I am a talent beyond measure, and yet my moosical charms are lost on humans with their non-rotating ears and poor taste in dance moves. Read More
Since the laser dot of the skies has finally relented in its scorching of the earth, things have returned to normal. I have taken up Baewatch once again, perching myself near the protective giant in question. Read More
I have become victimised by it. That laser dot of the skies. Read More
Imagine losing everything you loved. Could you go on? Read More
After her father’s death in an unexpected storm, Madeleine Core knew she needed to leave her home behind. The island of Crystal Cove, surrounded by the very element that killed her only family, reminded her too much of the things she lost. Not even one special person could convince her to stay. Now, two years later, a devastating phone call changes everything.
The nuances of petiquette- a lesson for hooman slaves. Read More
Today is the day hoomans call Boxing Day. Ironically enough, though not surprising, is the fact that they have no idea that the name boxing day in fact originates from the felines of the past. As I sit here, full from the many turkey snacks I have consumed, and quite content with watching the old one, or should I say, the one who looks quite prunish in complexion, sleep, I thought I would reminisce if you will about the origins of this holiday. Read More
It has been ten cans of chicken and rice since bae left me… Read More
Where art thou bae? Read More
This is what I wonder as I wake and the cruel chill of the day’s emptiness clutches at my whiskers.