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 A tentative blog to test the temperature. |
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Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end. So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.     |
| Annie And so we come to Annie. As previously mentioned, she arrived with Fritz as a prize from emigrating friends. Even so, she was all that Fritz was not. She was small though he was large, she lacked confidence, which Fritz had in abundance, she was crazy while Fritz was soporifically sane. In short, Annie wasn’t very good at being a cat. Her balance was a little off so she would often fall off perches where she’d dozed off. She was a shorthair but anything but smooth. And her colouring too was hard to describe, being blotches of various shades in no particular pattern. But the ruling fact about Annie was that she was an orphan. Which is why she was called Annie, of course. All cats are orphans once taken away from their mothers but this had happened to Annie at too early an age. She was in constant search of her mother as a result, pawing at any available human and producing so much spittle that she left damp patches on their clothing. This made people wary of showing her too much affection and that made her even more hungry for attention. She was indeed poor little Orphan Annie struggling though life and never really making it. We tried our best with her but it was a thankless task, with any kindness shown her just producing an overreaction of infantilism. Her problems were too deep-seated for us to mend. She settled in with us comfortably enough and, in her later days, became less frenzied in movement. That was something she got right eventually, the cat ability to spend long periods dozing in the sun. We became used to the occasional crashes as she fell off window sills and the backs of chairs. So that was Annie, crazy and demanding, but as part of the family as any of us. She died a couple of years earlier than Fritz and for many years after their departure we had no more cats. But it’s hard to stay catfree forever. Word count: 338 |
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