It’s that time of year this writer hopes her extensive Christmas list will be fulfilled by Santa or anyone really. Pretty please?
Cat Slave #1 has been facing rejection. I’ve been making her feel better by allowing her to give me more belly rubs than usual. Here are some more tips, cat style.
Feegle cat here. I’m teaching you how to be a mentor. Since Wullie appeared I’ve taken the little fella under my paw. It’s a tiring job but worth it.
When a kitten appears and you were the only cat, apparently you learn to love them, not eat them. Feegle the cat gives advice on solidarity rather than competition. No kittens were harmed in the making of this post. Later is another matter.
Hello there, lovely cat-adoring humans. It’s Feegle again! Why do you love kitty cats so much? Time to find out via the medium of my words and my adorable pictures. Because. Cat.
If you believe what every writer and their cat has to say about first novels being rubbish, you’d never begin. It’s time to look at this another way. They can, in fact, be little gems.
Today my lovely Feegle cat is one year old. Who better then to be sharing a blog post with us today? Over to you, you gorgeous ball of kitty cat fluffiness…
What would happen if a cheeky, self-consumed writer wrote a dating site profile? Cue writery angst and humour. Husband: this is all my make believe stuff!