And Its Goodnight From Me - Little Nipper

Nipper is a cute kitten, soft furred, black and white. We had to hand rear Nipper and because of that he does not consider himself a cat. As far as Nipper is concerned I am his mummy and daddy is Andy.

Nipper has a wonderful character, very cheeky, maybe to the point of a brat at times, he is our baby so gets away with it.

Nipper started life being carried about and kept warm in a canvas bag. Feeding every two to three hours he went everywhere we did. Trips to the farm, Tesco's, town etc., were all part of his daily life.

Nipper is the only cat permitted in my studio and he often sits with me while I paint or write. If he thinks I am going out he's in my bag raring to go on a trip. Show him his cat reflection in a mirror and he does not recognise the cat.

Nipper is a very happy little chap, always purring and loves nothing more than sprawling out on his back, legs in the air for a belly rub or tickle. He prefers to eat from our plates than eating cat food with the other cats, he is not a cat so why would he eat with cats? We are trying to break that habit as its so not healthy for him.

Now we have Waya, Nobby and Nightmare Nipper is learning to play with other cats albeit smaller ones. He is developing a close relationship with Nightmare, who is also black and white so there is hope he will one day be a cat.

Copyright:JeMs2007

600 Seconds at Lunch - What in life gives you pain?

As a mother the greatest physical pain is that which is also the most precious gift, the birth of a child. That physical pain leaves you as soon as your baby is placed in your arms and for me it was replaced by the most beautiful and wonderful sense of unconditional love.My sons are now both fine young men even if the do tower over me. They still cause me stress and pain of course. I hurt for them when they get hurt. When they bitch at me I hurt. OK they have been taught to bith by a queen bitch so what do I expect!! I hurt every time Jamie's problems get in the way of his life, it is so unfair. I hurt when Paul's ex-girlfriend treated him bad. But for all the pain of being a mother, I am more than rewarded by the joy of being mum to two wonderful sons. I have seen them grow and yes I wish they had not grown quite so fast or so tall. I am lucky and when all is said and done they are the only good thing to come from the human disaster of my relationship with their father. Something good had to come from that.

Copyright:JeMs2007

Morning Pages - Being Half Cherokee

My mother is English and my father was Cherokee, making me a half breed. My skin is darker than white, my hair natural dark and straight, my cheek bones high. I am Cherokee blood. I am not a Red Indian, do not insult me by calling me a Squaw, I am no white man's toy. I am proud to be Cherokee, Native American and Tribal. My beliefs are those taught to me by my paternal grandmother and my father, that we are part of the world and should respect mother earth and nature's wonderful gifts. My daddy was and is my greatest hero, influence and guide. Even after 6 years I miss his counsel and unwavering love. OK I was his princess and could do nothing wrong in his eyes. But given that he was my rock and gave me a wonderful heritage and a sense of right and wrong and honour. Being Cherokee has given me an ability to remain outwardly calm even cold and uncaring maybe, when inside I am in emotional turmoil. The Cherokee do not wear their hearts outside their sleeves.

Copyright:JeMs2007