The monday musings of a crazy cat lady… Grumpuss. I was watching The Simpsons. He strolls into the room and plants a squidgy bundle of sellotape and wrapping paper on the bed. I look up, eyebrow cocked, and he nods towards…
Staring Contest.
Day 19 of photography101… ‘double’. Staring Contest. The glint of his eye glistened as mine flickered, the ink of his pupils darted where mine dashed, and the lids of his eyes shuddered as mine shivered. This was not a contest…
Flash Fiction Friday. Escape.
She hungered for this. Her freedom.
Day 89.
Having hitched a ride here all the way from China, this little cat still resides in his cardboard box. He steals all my money, and the pennies of visitors too; they cannot resist hearing his loveable little meow as he…
