NB: This week I am following a “blogging101” online course to learn how to blog more effectively.
Please bear with me while I do my daily assignments, I obviously don’t usually write daily posts and if you are fed up with them – don’t read them – smile! On the other hand, you might like to comment and let me know how I’m doing!
Today’s assignment is “Introducing Yourself” – so here goes ….
Firstly, you can actually find a fair bit about me by looking at the “About Julz” page, (see the link at the top of this page) which I have written to give my usual customers an idea of who they are buying from. Today, I thought I’d write something completely different!
So let’s start off with a pretty picture – not its not me!
One of the things I have difficulty with these blogs is how to arrange my pictures to fit in with the text. I’ve just had to delete that picture and add it again, so it goes in the right place! (I hope)
This is Tilly. She was a farm kitten who I fell in love with, and asked if I could have her – the family were happy to give her to me because they had too many cats already, but because she was virtually feral, it took ages to catch her, and she jumped out of the box several times! I was worried that she’d get loose in the car when I drove her home, but luckily she settled down, the drone of the engine and the awful music I was playing probably helped.
She wasn’t used to being handled, and scratched like mad when I tried to pick her up. Obviously, she was frightened. As soon as I got her home, I decided I’d have to shut her in, to make sure she didn’t run away immediately. I chose the bedroom, and had to keep her in the box while I prepared a food tray, and the other kind of tray for her. Just as well I did, cos she immediately ran under the bed, where I couldn’t reach her, and didn’t even touch the food until I’d left the room to give her time to settle down and explore in her own time. And of course, she didn’t know what the litter tray was for, so later on I have to clean up after her! I was actually feeling guilty for taking her away from her ‘family’, her mother and the rest of the kittens, and thought maybe I’d done the wrong thing. However, she was 16 weeks old, so she was weaned, and was old enough to leave the farm.
Well three months on, I’m so glad I got her, and I think, so is she – she’s sitting on the bed as I type, and has happily explored the garden, made friends with the chickens, well not friends, but they all have a healthy disregard for each other. The chickens chase her away if she tries to eat their food! She even comes in when she’s called – tho she does love to play the game of going out again just to make me open the door and look for her!
I can’t use a cat flap yet cos I’m still not sure she wouldn’t wander too far and get lost, as the garden backs onto the hillside of the valley I live in. Its an ex-mining area of South Wales, UK, and although the mines are now gone, when I first came here, 30 years ago, it was common to see men looking like they’d put Khol around their eyes – the coal dust was difficult to wash off! The miners strikes of 1985 and Maggie Thatcher finished all that. Just for info, these are two of the postcards I published about the miners strike.
That’s all for today, hope you liked it! Oh, and if you want to see what I sell, just click on any of the “personal links” underneath my photo on the right hand side of this blog.