Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Saturday, 1 March 2014

St David's Day cat. Daffodils & the colour blue.

 I picked some daffodils from the garden to mark St David's Day. Flowers look lovely against the blue walls of my kitchen. The cats look good too. Here is Jack, ignoring a house full of soft furnishings, resting on the table.

And just keeping an eye on me in case I try to move him. However, I gave up trying to keep cats off the table a long time ago!

 Happy St David's Day.

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Sitting and knitting. Helped by my cat.

A day at home today, knitting finger puppets. I knit in the sitting room, so here is the arm of my chair near the end of the day,
You can see some Scrooges in black, Ghosts of Christmas Present in green, and ghosts of Christmas Past in grey with white eyes. Two Jonathan Harkers are perched in the little box of wool.
I was helped today by my cat,
who seemed to think that standing on my shoulders was of use. It was very kind of him!

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

a chariot drawn by cats

 Poor Freya. Not only a goddess in a brutal Norse world,
but having cats instead of horses for her chariot.
Here's my poem;

Freya
Oh, imagine the
inconvenience of a
chariot drawn by
cats

This poem can be found in my collection
Mythical Beasts, which you can find in my Etsy shop.

https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/153620685/mythical-beasts-legendary-poems-in-a

There are some more poems from Mythical Beasts on my website, under the tab Poetry.

www.francescakay.co.uk

Friday, 31 May 2013

poem. learning from my cat.






slow time
complete
happiness
in warmth
and sunshine







Monday, 8 April 2013

haiku. cat sitting on computer





he's an anxious cat
rows of letters fill the screen
but he can't read them





I remember reading about a computer programme that could tell you if your cat had walked across your keyboard in your absence, and repair the damage it had done. All I had to do this time was delete many pages of random letters, and brush away lots of fur.

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

A cat on my shoulder.

Here is Jack in his favourite place when I am working in my shed. I sit with him on my shoulders for hours, and when I do move around he steadies himself with his claws. He purrs into my ear, and is very warm. So much better than a parrot.