How do you ask for forgiveness to cat?

Poor kitty..

He decided that it was a good idea to walk towards me as I walked in a dark room towards him.

Well, collision was inevitable ...

I know the way from the kitchen to the bedroom by heart, and it seemed a waste of electricity to switch the light on. There are moments in life that doesn't pay off to be that green...

Don't get me wrong I'm a completely ecological person, at least as far as legislation and recycle bins allow. Well the guy who works at my building puts the recycling stuff with the rubbish, so not much point really, although I have raised the subject with the other dwellers a dozen times.

Coming back to the subject at hand, how do you ask for forgiveness to a cat?

One word and one word only...

T U N A !

Pssssst, quiet please, if he hears I will have to find another tin!

Resurrection . . .

And then comes the question, in which language sould I post? London seems a far cry in the past but it is still my second home and it is in my heart.

I miss the coldish weather, Spring and Autumm... Christmas trees on bay windows, the silence of snow days...

Call the fashion police

I have a pair of knee high socks, with stripes in black and all colours of the rainbow, that looks like something out of The Wizard of Oz. The same colours of the one in the left, but without the piano pattern.
Sometimes in the morning, before work, and think how I would like to wear those that day. I put them on, with some nice grey top and skirt, only to realize around mid day, that I must look like the Wicked Witch of The West, herself. Mind you, I'm 5'9"(1.75m), and on the opulent side of the scales. And there I am, in the middle of the work floor, making a mental picture of myself: black, low cut with small frill & bow wool top, grey fitted bias skirt, black/rainbow socks and brown shoes, please don't ask.
What has heaven or hell bestowed upon me, to go out looking like a clown? I tell you, lack of memory for breakfast! I forget that I've tried that combination before and did not work, and on top of that, I simply forget to look in the mirror, because I'm normally running late.
I must embroider those socks with something like: for my eyes only, do not ever wear, harmful when worn on mornings! Otherwise in one moth month, I'm back in sock hell again!
Oh Dory, oh Dory!

Christmas

Christmas is about family, love etc. Well my immediate family is in a better place, but it is worth remind here good Christmas, the presents, the songs.

My Dad had this album of Christmas songs, with a pic of harp surrounded by a Xmas tree an bubbles, on the cover. This would be the first on the turntable with Jingle Bells at full volume! Can't remember what Mum and I really felt about that, nonetheless was really nice to see him very cheerful and singing along it.
When I still believe in Father Christmas, I was allowed to write a little letter to him asking what I wanted, and stick it to outside our flat's front door. I was explained I could ask only accordingly to our economical situation because Father Christmas did not like to outshine your parents gifts.
A day after, my list was posted outside our door, my Dad would smile and show me that my letter had been collected. I did not understand that enigmatic smile until some years latter.
In my small head, I thought, it was completely impossible for Father Christmas to deliver gifts for all children in the world on a single night! So he must had to deliver them earlier, under the care of your parents, who would hide it until Christmas eve. I used to start my search around the house for my Christmas gifts at least 2 weeks in advance, never found anything. So maybe the delivery was by magic or something?! My parents must had a hard time to hide all very well.
My Dad's folks lived very far away from us, so we use to go every Christmas eve, to one of my uncles house, where my Mom's folks would be. And after loads of food and wine the whole affair would end in that family arguing as usual. At 1am someone would be either very angry or on the verge of tears, it wasn't very nice. Next day Mom would cook a very nice lunch for the three of us only and finally we would enjoy. After a while we gave up going to my uncle's.
We commemorate in my country, mostly on Christmas eve, my Dad like the food then, my Mom hated to cook Xmas eve, cos she would be tired from work. One Christmas, I got a turkey as a present from the company I worked for. I called my parents, asked what were the plans for the night, they said none. I put the bird and all ingredients on a bag, went to their place and said, Mom, Dad this year we are having Christmas supper and I'm cooking. They were delighted! Specially my Dad, we had a lovely Christmas, it was joyful, tender as Christmas should be, we had a wonderful time. It turned out to be my Dad's last among us, well I bet he had a lot to talk about to his new friends in the other side.
Another nice one, was the last my Mom and I spent together. That time was over my place, her, my cousin and her baby, turkey on the table, wine and you could never imagine how 3 & 1/2 people can make such a nice party.
This Christmas I've spent with this memories and talking a lot to a very good friend, who could not be with me, on the telephone, several times.
It was nice!