maudlin 3 September 2009
I am trying not to get too sentimental about the cat going a bit gaga – it will come to us all in time. In particular, I am trying not to recall a poem about a 14 year old convalescent cat I have read a number of times in which the ‘owner’ dreads that final visit to the vet and wishes another glorious summer for the cat – every time I see the G enjoying a stray sunray or two I get all uptight – mind you, the weather in Dublin doesn’t afford her that many right now so that kinda staves off any maudlin thoughts from Yours Truly. Today she did lie outside in a curve of the abandoned watering hose and made the best of what little we got in the way of a Summer. She has also taken to drinking rainwater from a large black and white teacup-and-saucer planter that I have not yet filled with soil and flowers (and am unlikely to now) and it’s funny to see a little furry animal apparently enjoying a large cup of tea outdoors.
Back in Manchester via London and the football tickets have not yet arrived at the Soho flat so I’ll be back on that trail tomorrow…never a straightforward transaction anymore, it seems…wearing…
