A short and theatrical poem about wind. (weather not digestive lol)

Its a poetic description of a domestic pet animal which talks about its looks, habits, behaviour, body language…described in such a rhyme, as to make one desperate to make it a pet.

This may sound rude or even revolting to some, but for dog lovers it can sometimes be a hindrance or an embarrassment.

About our earth.

Childhood’s games gave way to listless drudgery…

Memoir of sharing a bedroom with four sisters.

The continuing saga of Queenie and her litter of kittens.

A litter of newborn kittens with a focus on one, the runt.

There once was a dog named Jazzmin who was born the only girl dog in a litter of three.

They are spoiled, overfed, loved, and petted. They sleep on the most comfortable chairs, we smile at the way they manipulate us. Their lifestyle in England bears little resemblance to those of their ancestors. But there are other cats who live much closer to nature. Meet Queenie.