I was nervous about seeing Bono again. Chances of him recognizing me were zero. But the impact one small scruffy street cat can have on a human being is surprising. Bono was one of the main reasons I needed to return to New York.
Autumn’s my favourite time of year in Melbourne. The old Greek lady around the corner grumbles about the mountain of leaves in her front garden, but I love the crisp blue sky – and the promise of sleeping without the whoosh of aircon. Easter holidays bring back memories of Dad roping our tent and camping […]
How long is a cat entitled to snub you after you’ve been away? They’re supposed to have no sense of time, but Jonah seemed to realise I’d abandoned him for only three nights. My punishment was minimal. I received a frosty greeting at the door when I arrived home. He glowered at my suitcase, which […]
Welcome to what I hope will be the first of many newsletters keeping you up with my thoughts and travels – not to mention every day life. Of course I’m not the only one on Facebook. Every now and then Jonah jumps on line and adds to his blog “I Am Not a Cat”. Which reminds […]
So she rattles in the door expecting me to be all over her. Well, excuse me….. Nobody can abandon moi for two weeks and get away with it. Okay, so they procured a live-in nanny because I’d simply DIE at that cattery place. But that’s the least I deserve. “Have you been a good boy, […]