Pyjama Day

Sundays are for staying in bed and reading, watching tv, or simply doing nothing.

 Or, hanging out under the duvet with this one.

 She would lay on top of me and make pizza dough.

 And sometimes go back to sleep as it was too much effort on a Sunday!

(pics taken 2014)

Down In The Grass

On a lovely spring day, I would lay down in the grass to be on Mousie's level to get the most candid pictures. Although, she would reckon that no-one could ever be on her level!

(pics taken in 2012)

Clear

Found some clear pics of Mousie. I suppose they are all clear, but I guess I am particularly proud of my photography skills - and need an excuse to post them.

(pics taken April 2015)

How in the Hell...?

Sometimes Mousie would move and twist her body in such a way, I'd be like, "how in the hell are you doin' that, hun?"

(pics taken 2015)

The Love Punk

Mousie was a 'love punk'. I would call her that, in fact I would call her many things - Lady, Beauty, Fuzzbucket, Troubleinafursuit...the list goes on. It's a wonder she responded to 'Mousie' when she was called. 

And we all know everyone has multiple names for their furbabies.

Tell me some of yours.

(pics from 2014)

Mousie Pangs

I have been deep-thinking about this one.

Always good thoughts and memories about my former life.

 Which, to be honest, I miss very much. But, as we all know, we can't turn back the hands of time.

(pics from 2013)

Mew Year's Eve - I Just Knew

In 2015, I was babysitting Mousie over the holiday period. It was Mew Year's Eve and I was cooking and watching tv in the kitchen and had the back door open so Mousie could run in and out as she would always do. She was a bit slower and cautious than usual, and she had a bit of a serious expression on her face. I was standing there and we both looked at each other, and I said to her: 'Mouse, this is our last NYE together, isn't it?'. I just knew, and I could feel it in my bones. I had a bit of a panic and then sat down. She jumped up on the kitchen table and she sat and stared at me as if to say 'pull yourself together'. We just sat for what seemed like forever, then she jumped off the table and I stood up and continued with my meal prep. It was almost like when you watch a film and hit the pause button, like a moment frozen in time. It has taken me 2.5 years to write about this situation. But sometimes you just know things. 

(pics taken NYE 2015)

Spooky Throwback

This pic of Mousie is from 2009.

We would have so much fun during the autumn. It seemed the crisp in the air put some mischief in her step, and it was during this season the most that she had what I called the 'midnight mentals'. By this I mean she could be crashed out asleep and purring, and then in a split second she would be stampeding up and down the stairs for absolutely no reason at all!

Those were the days.

My Girl

Hi Kitties, 

The heat here in London has been stifling, and I think back to the days of looking after Mousie. Her beans had a large, airy house and I would love to go up there and see her - and cool off! I would do this quite often in the summer, and that is why August is so hard for me as traditionally, that is when I would be asked to sit for my girl as they would take their holidays then. 

Here are some pics, throwin' it back to 2012.

Taking a half-nap in the midday sun

 Relaxing on the grass

 Seeking shade under a chair

 The sunlight between her ears

And finally, here is a cool summertime song:

Two Years...2 Minds

Hi everyone,

On Sunday it was two years since Mousie passed away. I think about her often, and was in 2 minds as to whether I should post or not. Grief is a strange thing. on the one hand, you need to grieve as it is a process. You also realise that at some point you have to let go and move forward, which I, as most people have (reluctantly) tried to do. 

 Then there is the other side of grief, where it is a given that you must hold on to your memories, because that is what you have cultivated with those who have past. Memories are supposed to bring you happiness, but ultimately they bring you sadness, so grief is a lose/lose situation! 

As with everyone, so much has happened in the last 2 years. There is definitely a void where Mousie was once. I do not do any pet-sitting anymore, as that part of my life is gone and I don't believe it can be re-created. I have found a cat friendly street near my locale, and always make a diversion in that direction when I walk home, so I can have a catch up with the local kitties, so there are a few new furry faces in my life. 

 In this pic, she is in her beloved garden on a summers day in 2012. She is having so much fun and looking up at me. 

I look up to the sky and think of her, hoping she is pain free, and at peace.

Thinking of you Mouse, 2 years on.