Like fingers plucking at strings, or air blown across the top of a bottle.
We knew we had bought cheap windows. But I didn’t expect the moan when the wind was in certain directions.
First the front window started to ululate gloomily, a long rising note, not too high pitched. Only when we have a northerly wind does it start up with a tune.
Then we noticed one of the kitchen windows joined in with its own moan. This does not happen when the trees are covered in leaves. But when the shelter blows away as autumn progresses the light moaning starts to return, gradually deepening as a storm intensifies.
You really couldn’t get more excellent moans. Just add the motor from the fridge making puppy dog whines as it starts spinning up and you have a whole set of spooky sound effects even when you least expect them.
One silly challenge I’ve found on Facebook is typing a phrase than clicking the middle spellchecker option to make a sentence or in this case a random poem.
I’ve decided my phrase will be:
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..
The link to university of Manchester
and us a metallic clunk
The artist from the pottery
The link is getting very
The artist had used a cat
in speaking to encourage
even more involvement
The link to her page
here Ive real use
The artist from Spode
at least I’m going back
memories that people
The link inch
The artist had used to be a circular
The link is broken
The artist from the road.
So thats weird……
Two beautiful winter friends, Holly is more dramatic, with a spiky personality. She has red lips and a sharp smile. Ivy is more introverted, a clinging persona who hides hidden depths. Ivy will climb up the social ladder and suppress her rivals.
Outdoor types, the girls are often seen around town together, usually in the winter months, and at the mid winter festival where they team up with pale mistletoe who hangs around with them trying to suck up to them.
Often seen at Christmas parties together it is always Holly that gets her claws into the office staff. Never one to miss some fun, Ivy likes to trail around town with Holly.
Meanwhile the baby narcissii and crocuses sleep in their beds waiting for warmer weather
A handbook for engineering,
A toy racing car,
A second hand oil heater.
I’ll go out and buy one he said.
We don’t need an engineers thesaurus,
A scalextric set,
I’ll get some glue,
And some wood
And some brackets
We don’t need shelves,
We’ve got cupboards
I’ll get some yeast
And flour (strong white)
And a mixing bowl
He told her.
But you burn toast
Add salt to cakes
And set fire to the grill
I’ll buy a shed, she said
For you, she said
Then you’ll be happy
I was just thinking of the names I call my cats, not just their proper names but pet names.
Seamus is also Mouse,
He can be Mus it Tus tat.
Moggie, buggle, pud,
Paws, tatty cat.
Seamus can be fluff,
Great big paws.
He is muscle tough,
Also muggle and Mugs.
Gracie can be girl, girly, sweet paws,
Kitty cat, choochie, mooch, grinkle,
Spooks, cheeky tat, shortie,
Garlic, glory, tiny.
Splash, flash, sassy………
I don’t know where half of these come from. Garlic is because the pattern on Gracies face looks a bit like a garlic bulb. Seamus is mainly Mouse, they know their own names and come when called or in Seamus’s case whistled.
I think I probably call them other things which interchange between the two or cover both of them. Like little batty cats, bat’s, puddy puds, puggles, tusses and cusses.
Don’t ask me why.!
I’m tired. Bed at 3.30am. But up at 8.30am, so tired. I’ve come back up to bed. But I’ve made a critical mistake .I brought my phone up with me. Cue having to keep tipping the phone to read the screen and see the text I’m typing. Cue binging noises to alert me of new stuff on my phone. Cue answering endless emails. Is this extra sleep? No it’s just sitting on the edge of the bed typing…… Note to self. Sleep is more important than the Internet !
You sat a while, washing, paws crossed in contentment. A tiny leaf near to you, ready for the swift pounce when you see it again. Then dance around the room, catching, lifting it up in the air, only to see it fall again. Your eyes gleam as you lick a back leg, plotting a swift twitch of your paw. A substitute mouse or bird, but far less cruel. Cat you have got cattitude!