Archie no longer sleeps with me. But that doesn’t mean we’re not talking. Just this morning he joined me in the sun and listened carefully to my murmurings of love. He likes to hear how clever and brave he is. Even ‘tiny and beautiful’ are now acceptable. His replies are
Archie is flying through the air and the big tom from next door is waiting to pounce again. Zena is barking wildly and running as fast as her three legs can carry her. My breath is coming in short gasps. She has to get there in time. A gentle voice
If I am to go under the knife, then Dr Aaron Ndhluni is my choice of surgeon. I’m to be in his hands at the end of the month and without a shadow of a doubt, he is the ONE. A lumpectomy and the removal of two lymph glands is
I was all set for chemo number 15. My favourite chair was free and I settled into it. The port angel arrived at my side and I knew she’d get the blood flowing. “Wave your magic wand please,” I joked and she slid the needle into the opening. In a
My macho hunter’s crying could be heard all down the passage at six o’clock this morning. He couldn’t find me in my usual place and the distress in his voice got me on my feet and running to pick him up. I was rewarded with a deep purring session as
This is the day I usually make my New Year’s resolutions. I have at least three definites and then another bunch of ‘will tries.’ Are they the same ones every year? Well, that would be telling. If you really wanted to check, my 2019 diary is still lurking around and
I’d wanted Archie to come to bed with me last night. But he didn’t. He wasn’t in any of his usual places. I planned to take him by surprise, pounce on him and forcibly deposit him behind my knees. A pipe dream. He was busy doing whatever he needed to
