Escape? Let me out! Now.

Ambushed Ambushed by a mass of fur. With voice that sounds more like a whirr. I'm forced to follow to keep the peace! And rummage to find things to eat. Then stillness from the furry maw. Now sated offers velvet paw. My tea in hand I find a seat. As She runs around my now cold feet. She snuggles up with cuddles free. I love my cat and she loves me.

My Shadow My shadow likes to laugh and sing. He likes to do most anything. He likes to play amongst the mud and leaves. And come back home with Dirty sleeves. He likes to read and stay up late. But I can't complain. He's only eight!

Cruithne's World It has been suggested that blogging can be part of therapy. So here is my bid to get back to normality.

Misjudgement My speech is slurred and slow. My balance is no more. My vision is completely blurred. Don't walk on past with complete distain and say there's another drunk! Act fast Face Arm Speech Time For I have had a STROKE.