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Tuesday, September 22, 2009I always wanted to be The catZippy Speedy and Sadie. Spunky and Miguel. Thank old chums, I shall miss you too but I will be fine.
I always wanted to be The cat, but there is a Hindu proverb that says: beware of what you wish for you may get it...
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Thursday, September 17, 2009I feel better after that...I've realised I'm not a writer. And I don't want to transpose diaries.
Susan didn't see me curled asleep amongst the autumn leaves, the gingery bits of my technicoloured coat in mimicry; a camouflaged cat! So this is the end of the ginger diaries, 'tis just me, THE cat and this cat has not enough of the orange hue to inflame the authors words. I'm trying to be a pet, I've always been cat. I try sitting on the sofa, I try sitting on Susan's lap... But I'm not comfortable and Susan says I should just be me - more than enough! and that makes me purr. I still cry for Lil though. Stupid of me. I go into the front room where I can be alone and howl, I feel better after that... So bye bye from me and if Lil were here she'd say, well she'd say WHAT? but she'd mean good bye. And from The Ferdinand, the ginger fur ball where ever he may be; cheerio, old chums, bye bye.
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Thursday, June 25, 2009Under the polypropylene he could see the stars...Ferdinand lived in Shepton Mallett. A small house built from stone. Although it did boast a conservatory with a plastic corrugated roof. It had one bedroom and a downstairs bathroom, an avocado bathroom suite with pine cladding varnished burnt orange; nails tacking the wooden panels were rusted and competed for vibrancy.
In the hall was a phone that had a slot to push coins in when a human being wanted to speak to another being over the wires. Buckets would catch water that dripped from the ceiling when it rained. This room proclaimed itself as the kitchen; although it was the front hallway and the only entrance to the house. Three doors led to this kitchen/lobby. One door in a wall directly off the street - no pavement! Entrance was accessed directly from the road. This led to an inner yard. 1.5 metres square. Facing the first door was another door which had two bolts, a hole -28 x 20 cm- had been cut, a home made wooden shutter fitted, this also was bolted, but would afford the resident time to determine whether friend or foe before drawing back the bolts -or not! Through this door an alley. Directly ahead was yet another door -which opened onto a shed. But turn 45 degrees left advance a metre or so then another 45 degrees and there was the front door. This door orange or red depending on the strength of the sun was THE front door. It had a letter box! (Although the post was delivered into a home made box stuck onto the back of a hole hacked onto door 1. Ferdinand lived in the conservatory, amongst the clay and the paints and detritus of an artist's 'studio'. Ferdinand needed a roof and under the polypropylene he could see the stars...
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009The hurts of lust's arrows.There is nothing that can be done against the force of love. That's what Susan says!
BUT. Love shouldn't be a chimera, a token or a reliance on the silence of those that is a struggle to contain against the hurts of lust's arrows. No I didn't get it either but this is Susan's diary!
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Monday, June 08, 2009But if you are lazy and desperate...It's spring.
Ferdinand's diary... But if you are lazy and desperate... The only way she could hold onto a bloke (and if it works once...)Was pregnancy. But, and it is a big BUT, she did not allow for the vasectomy... So. We have F.A.T proclaiming 'support me I'm with child...' Another knowing that parenthood was impossible -but not denying it... Who then is in the power position? On this then he must be congratulated... Both; feel sorry for me 'I have to stand by F.A.T' plus child... BUT also at the drop of a hat; feel sorry for me 'I believed her and she lied; twas not mine... I await the next move...
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009Ferdinand's diary. In no particular order...I'll just copy exerts from Ferdinand's diary/jottings. Change I, to him and me to Ferdinand. From first to third person.
I think he would like that. Plus when it's all typed out he can edit it. If... Anyway so I'll just jump in: Ferdinand's diary. In no particular order...
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Friday, May 22, 2009Life's wierd!Susan has a whole sister, Lesly; that she doesn't see.
Martin has a half sister, Rachel; that he doesn't see. I have a naught sister, Lillian; that I don't see. Wierd. Life's wierd!
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Tuesday, May 05, 2009I have a cure for swine flu!Oinkment!
Susan bought me a pressie. It's a mouse in leopard suit! It's full (plus you can refill it) with my drug of choice -catnip! I've tried to pull it's tail off - which is turquoise - who on earth thought up a mouse with spots and a blue tail! bitten it's ears. It's still in tact though as yet. I'll have another go at it later. I was dragging it out the catflap and Susan caught me and brought it back in. Human beings eh-what can you do? I'll show it to Lil later. She loves catnip. Lil loved catnip.
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Saturday, May 02, 2009THE cat.Susan called me THE cat.
She normally calls me, No Dolly. Or, DOLLY! Sometimes, DOLLY don’t. Or simply OI!
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009Not my fault she has tangles!I was combing Susan's hair last night. Arranging it over the pillow. My claws a comb. It's very soothing to have your hair combed. Just like me having my ears rubbed -I suppose!
Unfortunately there was a bit of a snag. My deft claw in velvet glove hit a tangle! I yanked her awake! Not a good start to the day but an early start -4.30am. Not my fault she has tangles!
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Sunday, April 26, 2009The reader's digest! Susan is reading White Tiger. Now I don't believe in false modesty; I am beautiful but I have to admit tigers are exquisite but a white tiger! Just too beautiful. Susan says I walk like a big cat -I flick my front paws- which is a very big compliment. I'm practicing keeping my head still as I walk like the big cats do. Martin says Susan doesn't read books she devours them. I do that. I like paper. I like to sit the other side of the book when she's reading, my eyes just above the top edge. When Susan has her nose in a book her eyes move from side to side; she looks like she's watching a toy swinging to and fro on a string. I rub the paperyness. Chomp at the corners of the book. Nibble at the edges. It's fun this reading. Oh yes books are very easy to digest.
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Friday, April 24, 2009Daniel doesn't do cards.I was looking in the basket today. The basket Lil was in when I last saw her. She's not there. She won't be back Susan says...
Martin's project wasn't so good, apparently. So he's a bit of a grump. He wants me to let him rub my ears... I'll think about it. But he has been given a grill thingey. A very belated b'day pressie. It grills things. Think he's pleased, can't tell. He says it was from Daniel- his son the head hunter- which is better than a card I think. Daniel doesn't do cards.
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