The Cafe Cat

And so walk I did, right from autumn into winter- a kaleidoscope of colours flickering their final fancy before crumb...

Despite the bitter, haughty huff of the eastern wind that flurries and unfurls its icy fold, by darkness and by day, my window sits slightl...

Things have been a little quiet over here at the Cafe Cat. I was doing that whole 'beating myself up' internally malarkey and it did...