
Chocolat calling. Yes, AGAIN. Twice in twelve days. I know it’s a bit much, but you’ll just have to put up with me. I have to get this off my chest. Actually, my whiskers are severely ruffled, I don’t mind admitting it.
Ever since my Personal Assistant returned from The Wedding, she’s been burbling on about Fuggly the FarSide Farm cat. Apparently this Fuggly person made a big impact on my PA. I can’t think why. Here’s Fuggly lounging on a Persian carpet at FarSide Farm. Kindly note, she’s a portly person, wearing common old tabby stripes. No comparison to my sleek lines and rich brown coat. The prettiest thing in the picture is the magnificent Oriental carpet, don’t you agree?

It seems that Fuggly was rescued by Noble Hero, Graham, when she was an abandoned kitten. NHG was driving way out in the sticks. Luckily the dirt road forced him to drive slowly, otherwise he would have driven over the scrap of a kitten lying in the road – burnt, dehydrated, flea infested, starving, a whisker away from death. NHG picked her up, nursed her back to life at his FarSide Farm, where she now supervises weddings. As you can see from the picture below she is checking out the table decorations and keeping a close eye on the preparations.

Due to her exacting standards, the tables looked very striking once they were completed.

Fuggly didn’t stay for the wedding reception. She doesn’t care for loud music and dancing feet. Little cats tend to get trodden on, in all the excitement. However, Gulliver, a very grand person also in residence at FarSide Farm, graced the festivities with his presence, by lounging just below the bridal couple’s central table. Unfortunately my PA didn’t take a picture of him, so she’s begged a studio portrait from Olivia, the unflappable FarSide Farm Events Manager.

Gulliver likes to try and lord it over Fuggly, because he’s an Abyssinian , and I must say, as another purebred person, I agree with his attitude.
I don’t t understand why my PA keeps on talking about Fuggly and Gulliver. I mean, she has me in residence, 24/7, devotedly providing hot-water bottle services under the duvet nightly; singing her awake on cold winter mornings; bringing gifts of mice, birds, grasshoppers, lizards. Really, there’s just no pleasing humans! I think I shall retire to my cat cave and sulk.
P.S. If you’re wondering why my picture at the top is so big? of course it is. I’m the most important person. Surely I don’t have to remind you ?
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MY NEW BOOK-THEMED BLOG
I subscribe to a number of WordPress blogs about books and reading, and after enjoying them for several years, it finally dawned on me that maybe I should identify the book-related material in my own blog and start a second blog, devoted to books. Ping! Lightbulb flash.
So: I’m happy to announce the launch of THE BOOKSMITH BLOG http://thebooksmithblog.wordpress.com . Thanks again to WordPress.com for their blogging platform. They really do make blogging easy for wrinkly writers like yours truly. I hope you visit my new blog, even if you’re not an official Booknut like me. If all else fails, it has quite a funny header pic.
Despatches from Timbuktu will continue to act as my electronic soapbox where I comment on modern life, South Africa, social trends, my travels around the Western Cape and Cape Town, plus anything else that might attract my butterfly attention.
And not to overlook the fact that Despatches From Timbuktu is the one place where Chocolat can express her displeasure at my poor performance as her Personal Assistant. Sorry, Chocolat, but you have no idea how much work building a new blog entails . I promise there’ll be fish for supper tonight. How’s that for an apology?
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