I have been dithering about on the edge of the pool for a long time. Now it’s time to step in – even jump or dive in. Like most cats, I’m not keen on cold water, especially deep cold water. And who knows the depth of this pool? Anyway, here goes – splash! Hopefully this really is a blog and not a bog.
Feline by name and nature, I’m doing whatever a cat needs to do to keep afloat, which is probably not a dog paddle or butterfly stroke. Crawl, most likely.
Why do it anyway? I’ve been scribbling ever since I first learnt to use a pencil: drawings, stories, rhymes, verse, musings. Most of it discarded, though some has survived, especially since I learnt to use a word-processor 30 years ago. Not for general consumption until now, and it is still with trepidation that I upload this.
Why catterel? Because it isn’t doggerel. It’s different, just as a cat is different from a dog. Cats are more versatile than dogs, more calculating. Cats purr. A cat may come when you call, if it’s in her interest, and prove to be good company if you don’t try to boss her about too much. Bouts of intense activity followed by total relaxation – that’s a cat, that’s me.
Why do it now? Perhaps there’s a kindred spirit or two out there who will enjoy and appreciate what I have to offer, maybe I can stimulate somebody in a positive way.
If you don’t enjoy my offerings, then please just walk on by with my blessing, and I hope you find a site you do like. There’s no point in criticism unless it’s constructive, and that is something I welcome. Thanks for the feedback.
P.S. Thanks to one of my younger cats – a mere kitten – for the photo: copyright acknowledged!
P.P.S. The cat featured in my header can also look like this:
… or so I thought. But I’ve been playing about around this pool now since last September, dipping my paws in very cautiously at first, then wading in a wee bit further, and finally paddling – and am still afloat. Time to take off the mask, and reveal the face behind the Cat before I get too wet and soggy.
So here I am: