May 13, 2009


sq2My beautiful little mate, Squonk, was killed on the road a fortnight ago. I miss her and so does her sister. Squiggle’s now coming to me more than she used to and sitting in my lap.
I’m getting the head-butts Squonk would have got. It still seems empty putting one lot of food down and seeing one cat in the window when I come home. Much of Squiggle’s miaowing seems to me to be asking where her sister is. That makes it feel emptier.

May 05, 2009


Life is not the way it's supposed to be..

It's the way it is..

The way we cope with it, is what makes the difference.