The Cafe Cat

Time was faithfully trotting on. Time is always the same, ticking by its own tock and yet how is it that it can sometimes seem so painfully...

My first month at 27 was perhaps the most uncomfortable of all and also the final of my two years in Barcelona. I see it now as a fork in t...

Dearest readers, How are we? Hasn't it been grey? The English weather is so unpredictable and often sullen but I love it. This w...

This seventh edition of A Cat's Life comes to you with a pinch of hope, a dash of optimism and a whole glorious bunch of pretty picture...

Good day all, I'm back with another installment of A Cat's Life and yes, I'm still here in Kent. After last week's wo...

Another week gone by and this one was pretty damn busy. I worked around the clock at all of my jobs and snatched moments in between to pl...

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...

Another week gone by in our waiting game for the spring to arrive and in my personal quest for world domination. In between little meetin...