Black and White Cat

Friendly, visiting 
black and white cat 
plays with the falling water droplets
from the hosepipe spray.

Bike Ride

There’s a nest in that tree,
a bumble-bee flies past my ear,
a rabbit hurries into the hedge,
a fly hits me on the cheek,
a train goes by, another cyclist
says ‘Hi’ going the other way.
Then a cat in the road glares at me,
slowly turns and walk to safety.
The sky is clear and blue, with wispy clouds.
I can hear the bird-song all around.
It is difficult to bow to a white horse
while riding a bike.



Standing statue-like
in the middle of the field;
cat, silent, alert.

Dead Bodies

In the morning we found
two dead bodies
on the patio and yet
no sound of fight
disturbed the peace

Only a cat would leave
victims of crime
exposed like that
and vanish in a trice
leaving behind the bodies
of two dead mice.

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The above incident is a bit of a mystery. Our cat used to leave us ‘presents’ but we no longer have a cat and indeed have not even seen one in our garden for many, many months!

Please note that I will now be taking a short break for about a week.


Cat on the hearth
drying her fur,
as fed up with the rain
as we are!

January Joy 4

My furry friend,
Chloe, my cuddlesome cat.


Chloe’s injured tail
keeps her indoors for a week,
going stir crazy!

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I have been away for a couple of weeks. During that time my cat Chloe somehow managed to sustain a ‘pull’ injury to her tail. My daughter-in-law, who was looking after her, took her to the vet who prescribed painkillers and a week indoors. She has one more day of pain killers to go but seems a lot better and I have now let her out!

The good news is that WordPress seems to have sorted itself out in my absence and I now have access to my notifications again. However, is it my eyes or has the print got smaller?

Poor Chloe

Poor Chloe, my cat, is off her food
and has a gurgling tummy.
All she wants is time asleep
and lots of cuddles from mummy.


from a weekend away;
my cat Chloe comes running, purring.
What a greeting!

Black Head

Cat’s black head
peers through cat flap,
I glare back.
Eyes meet.
Not my black cat,
‘Grrrr’ I say.
Cat backs away,
gone in a flash.

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