Tuesday, 30 August 2011

On Saturday evening Flossie went missing. On Monday afternoon Clarence went missing. I am distraught. I don't know what to think, my imagination is running riot. What if someone is holding on to them or has put poison down? Hubby is out knocking on doors, I have been everywhere whistling for them. It doesn't make sense. They are creatures of habit and never stray far. They wander in and out of the house all day long, settle down for long snoozes, go out to stretch their legs but always, always come back for their meals. We think that wherever Flossie is Clarence is too. They are brother and sister and grew up together. What is puzzling me is the fact that if Clarence were able to he would surely come back for food. I'm typing this as the thoughts come to me. I can't settle to anything. Hubby has contacted both the vets in town and they have made a note that they're missing but at least we know that they haven't been taken to them injured. The problem is cats are classed as wild animals but they are our babies. I really won't be responsible for my actions if someone has harmed them in any way.

Monday, 29 August 2011

Summer Bank Holiday

The weather is grey and dreary, it's gone cooler and I'm really worried. My mama cat Flossie went out as usual for her evening constitutional on Saturday and we haven't seen her since. I'm hoping and praying that she has somehow got shut in someone's garden shed and will return home rather hungry but unharmed. I can't even think of the alternative at the moment. Fingers, toes and everything else is crossed. Please, please let her come back to us.

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Little things

1.Tissue paper flowers I made ages ago and turned into a garland.
2 &3. Another batch of butterfly cakes - these are such delicious little morsels.
4. Alfie baby relaxing - he's such a friendly little cat.
5. Gorgeous fairies on the cover of a photograph album.

Saturday, 27 August 2011


Stormy weather brings some much needed rain. I love a good old storm as long as I'm not outside getting drenched. I love my home too. I've noticed on my wanderings around the internet how lots of really 'hip' people are embracing the looks of the 60's and 70's. I married in 1978, had a minimalist, modern first home and left all my 70's stuff from my teen years with my mum. I also threw lots of things out. It amuses me now to see that many things from the so called 'decade that taste forgot' are now bang on trend. It's a natural progression, every era has to be revisited and rediscovered but how I wish I had kept hold of at least some of those things. Ah well......such is life:))

Friday, 26 August 2011

Friday bliss

Cakes baked, some already enjoyed, some for the tin. Peg doll fairy finished, felt slipper for the Christmas tree made, cats relaxed and happy and a new book arrived in the post this morning.

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Kitchen moments

Heavy rain during the night has brought a freshness to the day and it's gloriously sunny right now. Time for a little baking activity as it's cooler in the kitchen. I feel a fairy cake moment coming on:)

Monday, 22 August 2011

Time flies

Yesterday was the first birthday of the kittens. My goodness where did that year go to? I still have three of the litter of four, the little stripey tiger lives just up the road with a friend of my daughter's. Enjoying some relaxation on the sofa are Clarence (the kittens uncle) and Boo the black and white one. The other three are dotted around the house and garden. I love my cats and of course my beautiful Dante and I love home made quiche for tea:))

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Evening light

After our evening meal I sit and admire the beautiful shadows dancing around the room. I wander outside and sit on the back doorstep and Clarence appears as if by magic from wherever he has been. He stops for a fuss, stretches and continues with his own contemplation of the garden. I peer up at the sky, at the never ending movement of clouds. I glance down at the clump of parsley which two days ago my baby grandson was touching for the very first time. I picked a tiny sprig for him to hold and feel. His toes were tickled where they dangled over some seed heads.  Such fleeting moments are what memories are made of, precious, priceless little nuggets to store and look back upon. It's a Sunday evening moment, quiet, peaceful, just as it should be.


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