so it's been a while since my last blog. I now find myself brought to something of a standstill, confined once again to the comfort of my bed following the breakdown of a patch of skin in what I call "a delicate area"… Whilst it means I cannot get out and about, it also affords me plenty of time to stop and reflect, surf the net and really, if I wish to, update my blog. I want to say that I find myself with so much to enthrall you with, my life is so vastly interesting after all, that this missive shall be filled with adventures and misdeeds so unparalleled that you would wonder how one woman can achieve so much in such a short space of time. Naturally this is all just baloney, and I'm starting to think there really is no point continuing this blog.
Dearest readers, I thank you for taking interest in the things that I have shared – the aim of the blog being to equip and inform those without direct knowledge of life in a wheelchair, and encouraging those who know it all too well that they are not alone. However the new year has begun, the proverbial page has turned, and naturally being of the reflective sort, I find myself wanting to draw a line under 2013 and begin again. Not that 2013 was so very bad; it had its highs, as well as it's lows, there were achievements and there were non-starters, there was health and there was illness, work and play. There were goals I wanted to achieve, and I did it. To quote the ninth Doctor: "Fantastic!"
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single girl in possession of any income must be in want of cat. I have resisted the inevitable for a long while, and although I shall always be a dog girl at heart I fear that for the time being, a cat would be the best option. To all my friends out there I do beg please do not let me become The Crazy Cat Lady! A very good friend has offered one of hers to me and I have to admit I'm very excited about that fact. Amongst all the other benefits belonging to owning a furry creature that appears to be delighted by your company (even if it is a food-based pleasure), this particular animal has an extra digit of each paw… It is a cat with Thumbs. Love it. I will hopefully be the owner of a Mutant! She shall become known as the Mutant Ninja Kitty – and all other cats shall quake when she approaches. Or at least, I like to imagine it that way…
Perhaps it is time to draw a line under this particular blog, but there may become a page following The Adventures of the Mutant Ninja Kitty – will she fight for good or for evil? Will her hackles be raised by the intolerance of others? Or will her claws come out to fight for the right of Being Different? The fur might fly, or she may slink her way through the neighbourhood, unseen and unheard – creeping through cracks, wiling away along wall tops, forever in search of the warmest, most snugly place a feline could safely catch some Zzs...
