“To err is human, to purr, feline.”


Kitty Snoozes..

“Life is merely that inevitable time that occurs between sleeps.”

No matter how many hours of sleep Casper has, he’s always willing to have some more.

Oh, to be a cat..


Spot the cat.


How or why Casper ever got up there, I will never know…

I gots the cold blues..

Been off with a rather nasty cold the last couple of days, haven’t felt up to writing much (apart from finally acknowledging a couple of awards – still have more to come, I promise!).

Little Caspie has been snuggled up in bed with me non-stop though. He gives the best ‘get well soon’ cuddles. He’s such good company when I’m ill – he doesn’t judge me for being grouchy or blowing my nose all the time. I look like trash but he loves me anyway.

Either that or he just likes my warm bed.


“Behind every gifted woman, there’s often a rather talented cat.”

I was reluctant to put that as the title, because it sounds like I’m declaring myself to be “gifted”! My mum bought me a postcard with the above quote, which is now happily stuck on my wall. I’m certainly not gifted but I do have a wonderful kitty at my side.

This blog is quickly turning into a Casper photography collection..


In other news, it’s snowing today! First snow of the year!

Being in England of course, ‘snow’ means pathetic little fluffy flakes that gently fall on the ground and melt, with the occasional one settling.. None of those hardcore American winters that I grew up with, with the epic snowmen we used to make, the hours spent sledging, the excitement of being ‘snowed in’ for days on end.

I’m a bit of a Scrooge with snow recently though. I really hate being cold, and unfortunately cold tends to go hand-in-hand with snow. Snow is beautiful though, no one can deny that. (Obviously not counting old snow that crumbles and goes brown and sludgy, of course.)

I have a twin who always follows me around. Copycat.

“Your reflection in shadows and dreams.”

When we first brought Casper home, he was just 10 weeks old, and I remember he used to be terrified of his reflection. He used to arch his back at the ‘other cat’ in the oven door, or the mirror.

He also used to chase his shadow, something I still catch him doing now and then. He sits in the sun and stares at his shadow behind him, and then pounces. It’s very odd.


It’s also very cold at the moment in England, and Casper doesn’t like the cold. His solution? He sits on the radiator! Yesterday we got some beautiful sun pouring through the window, and Casper took the opportunity to sit on the warm radiator in the sun..


More Kitty Mischief.

The continuing attempts of Casper the Cat to become more closely acquainted with Sid the Goldfish.

Will he ever succeed?


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