Last year, we gave you Town Mouse and Country Mouse. This year, we’re doing something vaguely similar. It’s up to you to decide which Hive member is which in our Christmas card, below. We know, of course, but we’re not telling 😉
Since it’s Christmas Day, you’ve probably got plenty to do. So we won’t add many words — mostly festive pictures that we hope you’ll enjoy. Continue reading →
Writers, like witches, seem to get on with cats. And not just slinky, sexy writers like Colette, of whom you might expect it, but grumpy old war-reportin’, game-fishin’, hard-drinkin’ Hemingway, of whom you certainly wouldn’t.
And me.
I’ve lived with several cats over the years. I can see that it’s not for everyone. But I find it fun. Basically, it takes negotiation.
My present feline companion, TK, arrived with a bad case of nerves and the hump. He hid behind the books in the bookcase, only emerging to throw up. Hid again. When I left the room in search of cleaning materials, he made a dive for some high ground and set up camp, prepared to repel all comers.
His little face sprouted whiskers roughly comparable to five o’ clock shadow. He looked like a bottle brush. A fierce bottle brush.
