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Friday, 28 August 2015

More Than Just a Ball of Fluff by Dawn Wedajo




My rather hectic weekend was drawing to a close, fortunately I had managed to catch up on all the necessary tasks which needed to be done, it was time to get on with some writing. I sat in my favourite chair, determined not to slouch, ready to complete an assignment.

In an instance without fanfare or fuss my curious moggy walked slowly into the room, her steely green eyes glowing like torches in the dim evening light. Her bashful gaze fixed in my direction. She ambled towards me gently brushing her silver grey head against my knees before settling down on the sofa. I reached over to flip the lamp switch on.

The environment was quiet and relaxed, the kids were sleeping. The words began to flow, alas it wasn't long before my thoughts drifted, I began to reflect on the last 48 hours. My focus interrupted, the words dried up. I stared rather glumly at the ceiling and than at the white computer screen before glancing at the family pet who was now neatly curled up into a furry ball, eyes closed, seemingly without a care in the world. Incredulously, it had only been thirteen months since this capricious tabby entered our lives, it was as if she'd been there all along. On occasion however, it did feel like she was still an outsider looking in. She was often aloof and unassuming 'content' to remain in the shadows, not getting too close, always guarded. But yet from a distance there was a definite connection. I'd wondered how this timid feline had acquired this rather reserved disposition, she had come into our lives at around five months old. Maybe there were parallels with she and I at least as far as my writing was concerned.

Like many others I'd dabbled with writing over the years, mainly in the course of raising children, whilst grappling with lives many perplexities. But it's been a relatively short time since I've immersed myself into the world of freelance work. Perhaps up until now the prospect of stepping out into the daylight has been too overwhelming or uncomfortable. I look at more established writers with bursting admiration as if viewing another species. At times feeling somewhat out of my depth especially on those days when the little grey cells seem far less cooperative. But writing is a passion and I choose to move forward with gumption knowing that God is with me.

Back to my story, feeling in need of refreshment I slipped into the kitchen for a cup of mint tea, my cat awakened and followed meekly behind clearly expecting a tasty treat. When I returned to the living room to continue with my work I sat in the same chair as before my moggy abandoned the sofa this time placing herself at the top of my arm chair. I looked up at the cat her nose twitching as she leaned a little closer towards me. I peered at the computer screen my mind refocused. At that moment I wanted my little companion to realise this was home, a place where she could blossom, the place she was meant to be.

About the Author

Dawn is a freelance writer who for many years has worked for a national childrens charity. She has written articles and reviews for magazines. She has also contributed to other blogging websites. She is a mother of two. Her interests include prayer, gospel music, Caribbean Cusine, cats and ladybirds.

7 comments:

  1. A touching story, Dawn. I hope you and your moggie settle into your respective 'homes'. Thanks for posting.

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    1. Thank you Fiona, I'm sure we will.

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  2. I can see your cat provides a lot of entertainment and inspiration for you. It is good to have company of the quiet type.

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  3. I hear what you're saying about feeling out of your depth and encouraged to see you face the screen again :)

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    1. Thanks Tania, I will continue to face the screen. With God I am able.

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  4. Every encouragement, Dawn. We all had to start somewhere and we're all at different stages. Bless you as you serve him.

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