Caren Wilzon

Left: Black and white cat sitting right on my lap. Right: black and white cat at the other end of the bedroom parking over the end of the bed, considering her options.

A very belated #Caturday offering. Margaux minxing about before settling.

Claim to fame: my first house was in the same road that my then father in law, and Kenneth Cope lived. They played a lot of knock and run, in the days before alleygates were needed. Cheeky chappies.

A day late #Caturday packing. Everything I need is in the case.

Every single job is a step on the way. I've been a cleaner, worked in shops, in theatres and cafes, factories. With so many people getting degrees they can't all get graduate level jobs immediately. Getting some things on your CV from the age of fifteen onwards helps immensely.

Toffees, bless 'em 💙

A black and white cat peers to the left from behind a paint-laden, smocked artist

#Caturday ! Sunny, but minus 1° here in Livpewl

So wise! It's my mission in life to annoy young people. I'm sure it's good for them. It probably helps them live longer, or something.

It looks like Warm Welcome, a very kindly and simple rambling rose. Open, for the pollinators to visit.

Theme.Tune mm mmmm

I've been looking to find the name of this flower for ages! Lovely :)

My black and white cat on my lap in bed. She is staring, wide-eyed, at the wall behind me.

Early #caturday picture. This is 'I woke you at 5 am so you can watch me stare at the blank wall behind you'. Those eyes. That dribbly chin. She repositions my hand so she can settle on, like I'm a heated mat. A soft chicken tummy, roosting. My little love.

A proper crocus with bright orange stamens in the dark green grass.

Crocuses here 💜🧡💚

My final connection. Nearly home

I heard iron in the soil also helps the blue. Not had a chance to try that yet.

🧡

As a little girl (who was a bridesmaid a few times) I thought hydrangeas were perfect bouquets. Blue is my favourite :)

There's a beauty 🩷

View of a road with some early morning traffic, seen through a condensation porthole of a bus window.

Vignette
76 bus to town

A black and white cat, eyes half-open, head reading on a blanket, owners hand behind her warming her back.

Margaux enjoying a snooze opportunity #caturday #catsky

Margaux the black and white cat sits on top of her pyjama'd owner on a bed of duvet and blanket. Her tail is curled around my shoulder.

#Caturday A lie-in

😆 chortle & snort 🤩

😁

For years I would constantly tweet and tweet and retweet about politics. I didn’t help a single person doing that. It just eroded my mental health a little every day. I promise that actually DOING something, even one small thing, feels a lot better than reposting a million memes.

An oil painting in progress. An old, dark, square Victorian house at night, with the front door open, and light streaming out down the street. From behind, the yellow light cast from a sodium streetlight contrasts with the greys and blues in the rest of the image.

A doodle on a scrap piece of paper, that includes a reminder note at the top, and the legend "Once upon a time there were 3 bears. 1, 2, 3" with heads of 3 consecutively shorter bears below. These 3 pop up a lot during meetings and when I am trying to make myself get on with things.

Art in progress, and the art of procrastination.

My other half tagged this as "Psychogeography" when we were searching for homes

Breakfast! A savoury breakfast is a good start to the day.

I read library books. If it's not finished by the return date, back it goes.

I'm worried that her trousers are actually her skin 🤔

Oh, the butterfly cleat bench. What a man of principle.

A small pair of knitted mittens, in red wool. The left one has a black cats face, with whiskers, on the back of it. The right one has three dreamies (small square cat biscuit treats) stitched in the palm.

I made these for a small friend for Xmas. She enjoys feeding her neighbour's little cat when they are away.