A hundred catalogues! This should be a cause for rejoicing, but life being life, after mentioning in CATALOGUE 99 that Mystic had not had a bleed from his nose all week, all hell broke loose this lunchtime.

I’d fed the mogs and was sitting down to a quiet sandwich when Mystic sneezed, and a large amount of clotted blood landed on the carpet. This was followed by a flow of bright red blood with lumps in it, that went on for a very long time. I rang the vet, and both a vet and a nurse came round very promptly. Of course it subsided just before they arrived, but by that time there were many soaked kitchen towels in the bin, I was fairly bloody, the utility room sink ditto and poor Mystic both bloody and exhausted.

The medical team kindly followed him around at floor level in order to assess him without upsetting him. He’s tired but recovering, they have decided to arrange for an antibiotic that I can pick up tomorrow. They also talked me through it all, confirming my suspicions that the erosion of tissue inside his nostril is almost certainly even worse than the outer surface of the nose. Hopefully the antibiotic will help to reduce infection and inflammation, and help to keep the bleeding down.

Nevertheless this is another step down the inevitable slippery slope, so cuddles shall be redoubled and expensive food lavished. Bless his dear old paws.

Fluff flirted with the nice ladies and Felix hid in his dining room – no changes there, then.



Only eight months ago his nose looked like this 😦



I never get a lot of views on this blog, and rarely get comments except those from a few faithful friends. What’s interesting is that I get more for CATALOGUE posts than for WRITING FOR A CHANGE posts.

Is the universe trying to tell me something?

Maybe I should just give up trying to put words together and refurb my house into a proper cat refuge? (It already tends to smell like one.) I could run it as a specialist gericatric home.

Or is it just that this internet full of cute cat pictures is conditioning more and more of us into an automatic ‘AWWWW!’ reaction at the thought of cats, and that books and reading have no hope of keeping up?

I’m sorry if you feel gericatric-deprived, everyone, but life has been fairly quiet with the mogs – thankfully for my editing time. Even Mystic’s nose has had a few days off bleeding. In the absence of endearing cat-tales I’ll just have to show some pics of them again, and remind you to read Shadows of the Trees before ‘The Dry Well’ comes out next month.





Still editing, and wondering why I insisted I must edit/typeset all by myself this time.

Never too old to learn! (Hmmmm.)

I’m currently adding spaces at the end of paragraphs as needed, and deleting unwanted space-bar hits at the end of other paragraphs.

It’s not that it’s totally uninteresting, it’s just that you end up feeling like those people in Dr. Who, the ones whose hands grew into the computers…
but at least I can go and make a cup of tea in a moment, unlike them.

And at least ‘The Dry Well’ is slowly turning into a book!

Watch this space (or delete it if necessary!)




Nope, today it’s moths and little white wriggly moth-babies.

In November I had two carpets sprayed for moth, and three wardrobe floors cleared of ancient wool carpet in favour of laminate.

In my study I’m living with the damage caused in three small patches of the carpet, until such time as I can get round to organising/affording a replacement. Thee’s no sign of spreading or recurrence.

However, in my late husband’s office is the last piece of the old woollen carpet that was put in the house 20 years ago when it was built. That was the second one sprayed, as a temporary measure I’d hoped, since there room contains 2 x 4-drawer metal filing cabinets and 1 x 2-drawer. I’m working to clear the papers, both business and political, but it’s a slow job as it all needs to be checked to see what needs shredding. Hopefully at least one large cabinet can then go, but whoever sorts out the new flooring will have to be willing to move this heavy stuff as I certainly cannot.

But there must be a tougher breed of moth in that old carpet. This morning I went in and collected the waste bin to empty, and found beneath it a new lot of holey carpet. And wiggling larvae and crawling moths. I hope Buddha will forgive me for the wholesale slaughter I then committed.

I think a respray would be under warranty, but replacement would be better if they can deal with the office furniture.

Darned moffs!


Snow-Trolls and Stone-Giants in Middle-earth

A Tolkienist's Perspective

La dix-neuvième Caravane des Dominicains d'Arcueil. [With a deThe evidence for the existence of both snow-rolls and stone-giants haunting the deep, shadowy passes of Middle-earth is, at best, poor.

To begin with, we have a stronger argument in favour of giants.

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Hey Publishers: Could You Skip The Bloody Safety Briefings And Deal Me Some Book Heroin Please

Sad but oh, so true!

Tara Sparling writes

Hey Publishers: Could You Skip The Bloody Safety Briefings And Deal Me Some Book Heroin Please

Imagine an addict who not only couldn’t get a fix, but hadn’t even an idea where a fix could be got, no matter how much money or time or how many henchmen they had to search for it.

Six to eight months of the year at least, I’m fine. I can happily dip in and out of my book stash and read for twenty minutes, or until it’s time to stop reading. I can get by on what I have. But I’ve got the shakes these days, and not a heady cure in sight.

Do you ever find yourself reading something and, although it’s perfectly pleasant and all that, and an adequate way to while away the hours—ever get that sneaking suspicion that it’s the literary equivalent of a prescription drug? You’re reading something that’s perfectly palatable. It cures some of your symptoms, but hardly ever gets to the root of the problem.

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Mystic is still apparently content with life, eating well, cuddling whenever he can, and even in this cold weather nipping outside for five minutes a day.

His nose is getting worse so very slowly. I’ve just distressed myself by looking at online pictures of cats with skin cancer affecting their noses, why did I do that? I suppose we feel a need in these situations to have some idea what to expect, but I have to say that some of the poor cats I saw were in a state that I would not feel right in inflicting on Mystic. Especially given his very advanced age. I know we all draw our lines at different places when it comes to the last decision, but if I’ve learnt anything from that horrified glimpse of the possible future, it’s that I’d draw the line for Mystic much sooner.

He’s still getting nosebleeds but they seem less alarming to me now as they seem not to alarm him at all. No point in panicking the patient.

As long as his days are full of food and sleeps and cuddles, that’s good. Send positive thoughts please.

Siân’s Seomra Glas

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