Revival

A message from Brigid ....

I have been a blogger since 2005. At the height of my blogging busy-ness, I had "a small stable" of blogs on different topics: social and political commentary; desert spirituality; food; waste and ....

A few years ago I called time and ceased blogging altogether - although there was an occasional post. I had called it quits. I am an aged woman these days with a couple of serious illnesses. I am not allowed to drive. I am no longer active in organisations. I think it fair to say that I am housebound. I am active on Facebook, although I am not there as often as once I was. I have decided to embark on a re-entry into the blogging world ... beginning with The Trad Pad and, possibly, a return to my food blog, Oz Tucker. I have always used a lot of photographs on my blogs ... and I miss not being out and about with my camera.

The Trad Pad has been my blog for the lovely things of life. The controversial or political has seldom intruded. Occasionally, the spiritual has found its way in, but I kept spirituality for the blog, Desert. I don't yet know if I will revive that. I will stick pretty much to food and the lovely things of life. If I have some regularity with those two categories, I feel that I will be doing well. I hope that, with this blog new friendships can be formed and old friendships renewed; new lovelies discovered; new reflections can enter into the meaning of modern life. I would love to hear from you - particularly if you have suggestions for new topics to enter into the conversation. So, it is a new year. Let's see what it has in store, what it can bring to us. And I hope that those who share the spirit of The Trad Pad can spread the message of a world of beauty, the creativity of humanity, and the joys of simplicity and tradition. ~~~ February, 2017
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Meet Bert the Bloke - one beautiful puss.

An introduction is warranted!
This is Bert the Bloke - one beautiful cat.

Peppered through this blog are photos of
Rose the Spartacat
and
FootFoot the Miniature Fox Terrier.

In recent times our two beloved friends
left this world - just six weeks apart.
Rose went first, aged 6 years, due to kidney tumours.
FootFoot died of old age, aged 16 years.
Increasingly, in the months prior to his death,
I cuddled him to his end and so did Herself.
Finally, one night while sleeping with Herself,
he breathed his last and was gone from us.

Our decision was not to rush 
to replace either of these beloveds.
However, after a couple of months, 
Herself decided we would get a cat.
No ordinary kitten, mind you.
She was determined to go to the RSPCA
and get an older cat whom no one wanted.

There was such a cat - Bert.
He is about 5 years old 
and needed to go to a home
where he would be the only one.
He came to the RSPCA because
in his original home other cats picked on him.
We don't know why.
He had been ill and in the RSPCA clinic because of cat flu.
Otherwise he lived in a cage with three others.

He has settled in well here.
He is reserved but interested
in the household's peeps and doings.
He is so pretty and poses beautifully.
His fur is the silkiest I have ever touched.
He is well at home
and we love this man about our house.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

A crop and a cat at The Trad Pad

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The backyard Lemon Tree is cropping. This is the first.

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With the addition of a little mint, some sweetener and water, this emerged.

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This white painted basket with its cheerful gingham liner sits on the floor beside my desk. It is waiting to find a home or a function that is not yet clear. There are a number of cat baskets at The Trad Pad - large, commodious and warmly lined. Yet, in yesterday's cold, Rose the SpartaCat decided to curl up in this. One could never have imagined that he would fit - but fit he did. Perhaps - in spite of this basket being lined only with a simple cotton fabic - it was warm because he could curl himself up tightly into the nearest resemblance of a ball that a large, fat, contented cat can manage.

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And this morning, he went nuts. In the pre-dawn dark, as I am sitting in the next room at my computer he is rampant in this chest of drawers in the midst of refurbishment. In, out, roundabout, scratching, on the move, noisy. Mad cat, Rose! Are you training for cheezburger?

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Cats, Cheezburger, and hitting the headlines


If you love cats, if you are a fan of I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER, you will love this cute bit of business that is doing the rounds. Miss Eagle has picked it up from Lucy at Sorrow at Sills Bend where you can get details. What a link to this does is generate random cat macros with your post titles on. You will note, dear Reader, that the words above are the title of Miss E's previous post. Have fun!

Friday, February 23, 2007

Cat napping

The subject for Photo Friday this week is Texture. This is Rose the SpartaCat snoozing in a basketful of fabric.

Guess who appreciates texture with a capital T.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Rose in a basket

Look what Miss Eagle found.
Rose curled up on a stash of fabric in my basket.
All cuddly and warm on a cold, cold day.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Furry frendz


Miss Eagle hasn't posted on her furry friends for a while
- and they won't have her forget them -
so here we have
Rose the Spartacat and Princess Trixie Wigglebottom.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Rose - and the one that got away

We have a masculine feline called Rose.
He's a Russell Crowe sort of cat.
Yesterday he brought in a bird.
It sought shelter behind the sideboard.
I locked Rose in my bedroom until the bird flew away.
I then let him out.
This is the record of his fruitless search for his prey.
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Monday, November 21, 2005

Rose in repose

Rose in repose in partial sun on the dining table
Rose is a male cat.
Herself had picked the name
before she picked him up.
Weeks later - not a female as purported.
If he spoke English, we believe,
he would sound like Russell Crowe.
He is a Gladiator, a Spartacat.
His contribution to the household to-day:
One mynah bird, one fieldmouse - deceased.Posted by Picasa


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