Isla’s at school and my coffee is half finished already. I want to say there’s a balmy breeze outside. But it’s just a breeze. Or fresh. Or a great big wind. You’d be forgiven for thinking it’s October. And I can’t believe it’s May. Today, I’m writing these words on the giant desk-top I like to call Truman Bubbles. If you’ve been hanging with me a while you may remember Coffee Gate and then Coffee Gate 2. The times my…
In an update to this post, and then this one, and finally this one, CJ has gone to live with some friends in Glasgow. She is not hunting rabbits in the country. She’s in Glasgow. I know and trust the people she’s with. I am now the cat’s Auntie. Dad delivered her on Saturday, taking along her favourite blanket. I was not upset when she left, as I’d said goodbye many times before the day arrived. It was hard to…
What follows is the text of the letter going along with CJ to her vet’s visit today: Hi, This is CJ. She’s 9. She’s being re-homed up North, due to my boyfriend’s allergies. We used to live on a farm, but she’s been a flat-cat since 2005, when we moved to Glasgow. She is third-generation feral, and she was fixed when she was a year old. I believe she had shots at that time. She needed a booster when we…
