Fur, friends and friendship!

This is Ella, our wonderful puss!
At the moment she is out for her morning stroll and toilet visit!

I would guess in the Nesbitt household she is bitch number 2! I would like to think I am number 1 but only by a whisker! LOL!

In sunlit lands, in hotter climes,
long long ago, in other times,
I ruled in temples rich with gold
and Pharoahs came, and warriors bold,
with tribute and with gifts implore
that I should bless them with my paw.

My whiskers twitched: and in a trice
breast of duck, or honey'd mice,
the Nile's gift of silver fish
I deigned to eat from golden dish.
On swansdown soft I took my rest...
of all things good I had the best.

I died: and all in linen wrapped,
with Lapis rare my limbs were lapped.
My priestess mourned with shaven head
the passing of her honoured dead;
but shortly turned with joy to greet
the next kit fit for Bastet's seat.

For I am Cat - with each rebirth
I reaffirm my ties with Earth.
Though crumbled dust is Egypt's might,
and other empires strive and fight,
I still am Cat - and by Bast's Will
I am Divine, and worshipped still.

Terri Beckett

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“When it hurts to look back,
and you're scared to look ahead,
you can look beside you and your best friend will be there”

I really enjoy David's weekend wanderings....it always makes me think!
This week he asks "How do you choose your friends?"

Well this is my best friend Maria, (on the right! LOL) and I am proud to say she is my best friend.
I dont really think I chose her...it just sort of happened.
I am proud to hear her tell people I am her best friend too.
We have known each other now for about 5 years.
We don't always see each other regularly as we are both busy people with men folk to look after and jobs to do, but when we do meet up it is fun. We laugh a lot and share good times.
But friendship isn't just about the good times is it?
Right now, Maria and her partner Phil are going through a rough, demanding time due to family stuff. I wont go into it here cos it's the kind of family stuff which is upsetting and heart-rendering for those involved. Those of us around them can just offer the arms of support and even a hug.

Maria, honeybunch, consider yourself hugged.

Maria makes me laugh

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?