I don’t really want to encourage him, as he’s already too big for his furry boots, but Fatty has had his first celebrity interview at the author Tom Cox’s blog, Under the Paw. Read it here.
He’s rubbing shoulders with Maggie Philbin’s cat, and Vicky Hall’s - I fear it’s only a matter of time before he’s more famous than me. Or, wait, have people been reading this blog hoping for news of Fatty all along??
The pud on the left is in classic Fatty pose but it isn’t actually Fatty. It’s Janet – one of the (male) stars of Tom’s latest book, Under the Paw.
In it he confesses to being a Cat Man with capital letters, and introduces us to his growing herd of cats. By the end of the book, there are six.
The book is very, very funny. I defy you to read a single chapter without chuckling out loud. It might also make you cry. Buy it on Amazon, or join the Facebook page, or follow Tom on Twitter, or any combination of the above.
And don’t leave any comments for Fatty on his interview. He’ll be wanting his own blog next.
I admit to being a slightly nervous cat owner.
Fatty wasn’t in his usual spreadeagled position on the sofa this morning, and after breakfast I wandered about outside to see where he was.
I check the stream to make sure he hadn’t drowned. I checked the road to make sure he hadn’t been squished.
Ten minutes after giving up and coming inside (telling myself off for being so anxious) I heard his greeting meows before he’d even come through the cat flap.
Here I am! Here I am! I’ve been out in the fields! I’m all muddy!
He transferred most of the mud to my skirt, purred loudly for a few minutes, and ambled off to eat his breakfast.
I like to share. If anyone ever wants to re-post anything I’ve written on their own blog, I’d be everso happy for you to do so – just put a link to Planting Words at the bottom.
You might have liked my advice for a poetry virgin, or the piece on slowing down. Maybe all we need is love, and we know that nanas know best. Do help yourself to whatever you like and offer it round – you don’t have to ask/tell me.
If you want to win a free hardback of Thaw you’ve only got until Saturday to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with ‘Thaw’ as the title. Off you go!
Fatty’s back. I hope he’s washed a bit of the mud off…
I was surprised to get an email this week telling me I was 30 days into my meditation challenge – where has the time gone?
I have sat on my zafu for twenty minutes every morning, but Fatty has been a bit of a problem of late. I sit in lotus position and stare at the wall, and he keeps sitting between me and the wall and looking up at me, occasionally batting me gently with a paw to encourage me to shift my focus. What ARE you doing? he seems to be wondering. Stroke me instead – it’s not as if you’ve got anything better to do….
The paw-patting is endearing, and he knows it. I usually take a short break from paying attention to my breath to pay attention to my cat.
Another little quote via Daily Dharma today.
You Can Live Without It
The phenomenal world is much more fascinating and juicy when we stop grasping…wanting…craving. This is because the mind is present, the sense wide open, and the conceptual mind relaxed. We make tremendous space in our mind when we let go of this “can’t live without” desperation. And, when we discover the richness and contentment within our own mind, we find an answer to the lifelong question, “Where do I find satisfaction and contentment?”
––Dzigar Kongtrul, from Light Comes Through (Shambhala Publications)
I love that word, juicy. In other news, The Letters has been reviewed by Lori Tiron-Pandit here, and I’ve just updated my blog tour page.
Hope you all have fascinating, juicy weekends.