Category: neighbours

Dangerous liasons

Joey Jones12 Comments

What makes you nervous?

Falling trees and potholes. Just the thoughts, images, or news of these things make me nervous. Don’t know where that fear comes from, but here we are.

There is something else, too…

Next door has been vacated, and the property is up for sale. That, of course, brings a certain amount of anxiety. I’ve waited a long time for the absolute peace and freedom I have now.. it only takes a human or two to wreck everything, eh?

What has sent me spiralling is that one person, especially looking at it, is someone who can not hold a lie until the end of a short conversation. I really value authenticity, and even a degree of unhingement is okay with me, but folk who are compulsively untruthful…. Mmm

Edit, next day. It occurred to me in the middle of the night I meant to day sinkholes….but potholes aren’t very nice either 😆

Paws for thought

Joey Jones10 Comments

Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

WP, if it’s all the same to you, I will answer instead ‘which animal would you like to be?’ And in this case I would also add for one day only.

That would be a cat. A British domestic type.

When I first read this Prompt, my mind wandered into the realms of a Feline-Existence. Immediately put in survival mode, it came to me all of the places on Earth where it wouldn’t be a safe option. War zones, obvs. That would include civil and any areas where there is conflict. I wouldn’t want to be a Stray in, say, Saudi Arabia or any of those regions worldwide ( and there are more than you would imagine) where I may be considered a tasty morsel. So, with that settled, let’s go back to being a Moggy in the UK.

Without a doubt, I would be a cat ‘allowed’ outside.  There will be plenty of  warm and sheltered places to nap. I would check out the hood, be tolerant of other furry residents, and generally have a fun and easygoing time. If I was hungry, I could go indoors. My people have kindly installed a flap-door for me. Or I could nip into the neighbour’s’. Or I could test my patience by sitting close, facing a stone garden wall, and wait for Mousey to come out.

In the early afternoon, after a roll about in the Catnip at number 14, I like to head into Tom’s shed. The door is always open then, and jump onto the shelf at the window. It’s a bit dusty and cobwebby, but I don’t mind. The sun streams through there for about an hour. Bliss!