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Charity Christmas Cards

Over the last week or so Barcelona City Council has been busy climbing up large mechanical ladders, attaching Christmas lights. While Christmas doesn’t come as quickly and as incessantly here as it does in the U.K. there is no longer any denying that it is rapidly on its yearly way. At the cat sanctuary a few cats have started to sneeze, and there is a lot more huddling together going on. I thought I would like to try to raise some money to help cover additional winter vet bills.

Soooo...I have designed and made all the cards you can see below. The pictures have been made using Wordpaint and I have produced these images as photos which have been glued onto cards. Each picture can be purchased on either shiny white or matt green. They come with a matching envelope and are individually packaged (very professionally ;->) in little plastic covers. I have taken pictures of all of the finished cards but as they are shiny surfaces there is a bit of light blur and so I have also included the images below each card example so that you can have a clearer idea of how they will look.

Order directly from me and all proceeds will go to the cat sanctuary, El jardinet dels gats, (http://www.eljardinetdelsgats.org/en/).

Buy 1 card for €2 OR 5 cards for €7.

I am happy to post them to you for whatever the p+p comes to.

At least take the time to browse below and feel free to pass this on to any friends that might be interested:

1) Angels



2) Shepherd

3) Manager a+b

> As you can see this one comes in two different colours.


4) King

5) Bethlehem

6) Donkey

You can also place an order by emailing me at annasthought.hotmail.com.

gorilla haiku

What do they dream of

Curled up together tightly?

Milky mistiness.

String

My possessions aren’t as safe as they used to be. Pants, computer wire, fingers, socks, lamp, belt, earrings, jumpers and bags are searched for (in that order) and viciously attacked by tiny little teeth and claws. While this might bring great fulfilment to the two resident kittens it can get a bit much at times. This morning I found a new white hair. Yesterday there was a close call: I walked into the lounge just in time to see the sleeve of my white cardigan disappearing under the sofa accompanied by the soft sound of jubilant grunts. A sharp mind is required to keep on top of the constant onslaught. Top tip: distraction techniques. The less sophisticated the better. So when we tied an old ragged string – the edge of a faded tea towel – to the back of the wooden chair we gained an unusually long respite. With concentrated determination the battle of the string began.

Yayo

Noble old feline sitting tall

Sniffs disdainfully at a passing fly,

Set aside all alone

Quietly avoiding a brawl,

Angular lines, long whiskers imply

Sad times he has known.

A monstrous threat

The habitual peace and tranquillity of a garden refuge for abandoned cats is suddenly shattered by the piercing shriek of a small male child. Urgently pushing his greasy face up against the fence he tries to force his stubby, fat fingers through the mesh holes.

“Urghh. Urgg.” He grunts.

And then more urgently, “Eeeeerg. Urrrrrrrrrg.”

The three cats who had been dozing in the quarter hastily retreat behind the nearest tree.
Boy lets out a frustrated howl, letting his jaw drop down to his chest, revealing a fowl mouth of yellowing teeth.

“Muuuuuuuuuuum. Muuuuuuuuuuuuuum. I want a cat. I want that cat. Give it to me nooooooooooooow. I want it now.” He jabs one thumb in the direction of unsuspecting Vania, a gentle black giant who leaps away in horror.

Mum chips in “It’s ok darling. Don’t cry my precious.”

She calls out through the fence. “Hey! Yeah, you. You over there! You giving these cats out? I’ll take that one. That ugly black thing.”

Boy interrupts “Give it to me noooooooooow. Muuuuum. Tell them to give it me noooow.”

Vania turns his back on them and calmly stalks away to the far side of the garden. He sits proudly with his back turned, cleaning his face. Suddenly he pounces an unsuspecting fly. Then he returns to his washing routine.

A starry adventure