The Cat

I went for a walk today. A beautiful and clear afternoon, the morning’s frost still clinging to the shade. Approaching a bend in the path, I heard an awful ruckus ahead. The sharp trill of a blackbird disturbed from her nest, and the insistent tone of sparrows warning of danger. Rounding the bend the source of their disquiet became clear, there, nochlantly sat in the path, a large grey cat.

Large, tired eyes turned to inspect this new arrival in his domain, and with a cadence that only a cat may possess, he rose gracefully to his feet. Playing out the tired greeting, ‘here puss puss,’ I entreated him closer. He was a large breed, perhaps a Scottish Fold, and he carried himeself with the air of an older cat. After a coy minute he allowed me to scratch behind his ears before retreating to a comfortable distance. The clamouring of the hedgerow continued around us, an accompaniment to our tentative dance. Content now, I meandered on, followed by a dignified grey shadow. He was my companion for a brief time, and at some point, as I glanced back, he slipped off into the underbrush. My stately escort was at an end. Turning myself to return, I hoped our paths would cross again. Yet I was not so fortunate, and that large grey cat did not grace me with his presence. Curiously though, as I approached the bend where the blackbirds make their home, they called out once again. The sparrows flew into a frenzy, and a nearby thrush joined the disgruntled cries. The cat was not there, but I, by association, was a villainous sort.

I suppose you perhaps now can figure out a little more about me.

There was a visitor to the website today, one that these tiny little metrics assure me wasn’t a bot. I felt a little disappointed. In so far as there was very little to see. I can’t imagine this tiny little nook shows up on any search engines quite yet. So, this curious individual somehow found their way down the little alleyways and backstreets of the world wide web, hoping for a treasure trove, something new, something exciting, and instead found a fledgling bird; probably fallen from the nest. I hope they’ll come back to see if it survives.

You will notice kind visitor that there are very few, and only one obvious, ways that you can interact with this website and by extension – me. This is by design.

It isn’t that I don’t care what you think, perhaps I care a little too much. The thought of your eyes devouring my mistakes, analysing my writing, poo pooing me to your colleagues, or spouse, or cat, fills me with a certain dread. A dread, which up until now, has really stopped me doing anything of much at all. Having said this, do feel free to contact me via email, I very much look forward to your cats opinions, although they can be the harshest of critics.

I shall continue to upload work at a steady pace, largely unedited and rife with mistakes. This is again by design. I don’t want you to see the turd polished golden. I want you to see the errors and mistakes that we all make.