What am I doing here, I don’t mean in an existential way, I mean why am I here on WordPress. I had a blog on MyTelegraph, mainly because that was the only blogsite I could understand at first. I have worked as a journalist, and stopped writing, having become rather disillusioned with the whole business. Also so many people want their names in print, that freelance journalists are being offered fairly derisory fees.
After a while though, I began to miss writing, and I thought a blog would be a way of keeping that discipline going. I didn’t really expect anyone to read it, and the first comments were a lovely surprise.
MyT could be fun, but it was also a place where a lot of very angry people spent a lot of their time being angry. So, along with a number of others, I decamped to WordPress.
I like animals, cooking, talking, eating, writing, walking, laughing, reading, taking photographs, being on my boat, being with my cat, being with my friends, being by myself, London, making mosaics, great theatre, Outnumbered, I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue, Van Morrison, Elvis Costello, Exile on Main Street, Pachabel’s CanonBeethoven’s Fifth… You get the picture.
This is a blog which is very much my online diary, a place where I try to articulate my thoughts on whatever is on my mind at the time, and where I record some of my day to day activities. It does not follow the advice by WordPress to increase the number followers, to make money (much as I should love it to bring me an income); it’s essentially a miscellany and I am lucky enough to have found online friends through it, some of whom I have met now in real life.
All my prejudices are on show. I don’t like crowded buses and trains, queueing, butchers’ shops, alarm clocks, loud voices or being kept awake by other people’s music and televisions. Nor do I like Dan Brown books, Big Brother, high heels, minimalism, nationalism, racism, driving fast, airports, Eastenders.
I am Isobel, and Cat is Cat. This was going to be Isobel’s Blog, but that name had already been taken, so while I do most of the typing, with occasional help, much the blog is about Cat, who tends to be something of a scene stealer.
Cat died on 20th March 2011. It was his heart. I miss him more than words can say. He was a wonderful boy with a huge character and I was very lucky that he adopted me.
MasterB is the new feline in my life and on this blog. He was only a baby, around a year or so old when he came here from Brighton in April 2011; a bundle of ginger fur and mischief. He was just leaving his kittenhood behind, and this is at least his third home in his short life. He’s my cat now and I love him to bits.