The Cafe Cat

I remember a day. It was April, where I was dreaming on my bed, looking out to a sky that was neither cold nor warm, but soft-washed pi...

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...

WOAH. I've officially been back in the country now for six whole months.  If I had to describe how they had gone, all I can say is th...

It's been just another week for the Cafe Cat, wandering here, wandering there... climbing high and low. I still don't have a ro...

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