Three Eyed Cat


I had a dream about a month ago about a cat. I was in the neighborhood of my childhood walking a street that I walked every day on my way to school. As I walked past a familiar that I knew inside and out, I saw a cat. The fence was low and made of brick and a little white gate sat ready to be opened into that warm and inviting house. It was the house of one of my brother’s best friends from primary school.

Behind the ordered bricks was a quaint garden of geraniums, nastursiams and at certain times of year, foxgloves. The cat was there in the aesthetically disordered garden, sitting behind the red wall, just beside the gate. In my dream, she seemed perfectly normal and we stared at each other for a long time.  She was perfect in every way as a cat’s conformation brings to mind;  manor. posture and the calm, aloof peace that a cat just seems to emanate when basking in the sun and watching the world go past.

I watched her languishing; envying her day of chasing lizards and soaking the sun into her shiny black fur to then to toast her dark skin underneath. “What a life”, I thought.

My little reverie was taken back into focus by a passing car and I saw her there, still by the gate; she had three eyes. I hadn’t seen it before, she seemed so normal; and she was. But she had three eyes

I told myself to take a picture in my dream and so I did. Then I drew it the next day (see above…just a little enhanced by Picassa).

There was nothing strange or ghostly about this dream at the time, but I did love that family. I’m not wanting to sensationalize the dream as I felt that was all it was . However, I would like to pay tribute to the husband and father of this beautiful family who was an engineer and killed in the collapse of “The West Gate Bridge”. I didn’t understand this as a little girl but because it was his house where I saw “my cat”, I felt I wanted to mention it. Very tragic now that I look back but I can’t believe how well they managed to stand so well together as a family.


King Soloman and the Baby – I saw this in a movie!


I discovered a competition today on a very funny site this mornning. I have entered with a poem but after entering went into the blogs of a few other entrants. One in particular that I found was by Ruby Tuesday. After reading her blog, which is amazing as well as selfless, I lost my competitive desire. It made me think of this story which I saw in a movie when I was younger. (see below). I don’t want to cut the baby in half!

The great thing about this competition though is that, first of all, le Clown’s site is hilarious and hugely worth a read and that secondly, I am excited to be introduced to his community of eclectic blogging friends. I also found that Le Clown’s alter ego, “Eric the Blogger”, is a kind and compassionate man, which I have experienced first hand. This is also evident from his obvious support of many great blogs relating to “Mental Health and Awareness”, as well as the quirky, poetic, kooky…you name it but it is all “quality”.

If you haven’t been there already, I think you’ll be happy for the “heads up”.

Here is the Story of  the:

Judgment of Solomon

The story is recounted in 1Kings 3:16-28. Two young women who lived in the same house and who both had an infant son came to Solomon for a judgement. One of the women claimed that the other, after accidentally smothering her own son while sleeping, had exchanged the two children to make it appear that the living child was hers. The other woman denied this and so both women claimed to be the mother of the living son and said that the dead boy belonged to the other.

After some deliberation, King Solomon called for a sword to be brought before him. He declared that there is only one fair solution: the live son must be split in two, each woman receiving half of the child. Upon hearing this terrible verdict, the boy’s true mother cried out, “Please, My Lord, give her the live child—do not kill him!” However, the liar, in her bitter jealousy, exclaimed, “It shall be neither mine nor yours—divide it!” Solomon instantly gave the live baby to the real mother, realizing that the true mother’s instincts were to protect her child, while the liar revealed that she did not truly love the child. The reputation of the king greatly increased when all the people of Israel heard of this wise judgment.


Vampires and Vagrants


One positive thing in my life at this time of chaos was my job. I’m pretty sure I found the position advertised in the newspaper and it was for a waitressing job at a theatre restaurant called “Draculas”. This was no ordinary job as all the staff had to create their own character and then politely horrify the guests as part of the entertainment.

Once I was accepted, I was taken some blue stone stairs to the basement. I was given a tour of the dressing room and shown the choice of costumes and then introduced to a powder room lined with mirrors and brightly lit bulbs all around. Face paints and make up were scattered over every inch of the bench. I remember looking through the costumes; the hangers scraping against the metal clothes rack as I tried to make an uncertain decision.

Half an hour later, I surfaced ready for work. I was “Hag the Bag”. I wore a false warty nose, witches hat, baggy old worn out dress, shaggy socks and boots. I felt more than worthy to be a waitress at “Dracs” but I can’t remember the reactions of the crew but I felt I was accepted as one of the crew…..until I entered the dum dum duuuuum… KITCHEN!! Now that was scary! I had waitressed in restaurants before by this time. I knew how to carry 3 plates, I knew which side to put them down on and take them away from, but I had no understanding or knowledge of a bulk dinner sitting.

The chef, and there was only one for over 100 people, had to get dinners out as fast and hot as possible before the live show started on stage. Not an easy task for her, and also someone had forgotten to tell me the rules; so on my first night, I was under fire. Plates up, processes and order were just a complete confusion to me. The Chef, herself was abrupt and impatient with my lack of knowledge and I was the brunt of her sharp hurry ups and surly glares. We got through it and I made a vow be better the next night.

The next night was better and the scowls softened and the chastising lessened. There was no time for praise or banal chatter when the meals were up though. The kitchen was ablaze with a glaring and fluorescent light but when we walked out those swinging doors, we arrived into a red velvet dungeon of frenzied diversions. All of the staff were dressed in character; there was Doctor EviI, Ug, Spacey, Animal, Nurse Get Urgiblets, and Little Johnny. I spoke to the people in my rude and witchy voice, told them their meals were “slugs and snails and puppy dog tails” and walked away with a hump in my back, scratching my bum. I loved it.

One night I had to take a tray of Spiders (soft drink and ice cream with a spider in it) over to a large party near the stage.  The end of the room long table was very close to the stage; the side where the piano was positioned. The Pianist just happened to hoist himself up onto the stage the moment I bent to proffer my tray of drinks. To my dismay, his foot caught under the platter and as much as I tried to shock absorb the jolt, it was a hopeless case. The tray swayed and listed until all three large glasses of sticky beverage upended into a surly looking gentleman’s lap. My eyes went straight to his and I saw red faced outrage. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to better the situation, I bent down low towards his messy, sticky lap and screeched in my best haggy voice, “Do you want me to lick it off?” The table erupted with applause and the gentleman in question had no choice but to play along with the “hilarity” of it all. I must admit, I did come came back “tout suite” with towels and apologies, but my victim of misfortune was by now the hero of the night as well as the receiver of immaculate service from there on. I got my best tip from my worst victim that night.

Thank You from Felix- He will get back to you all tomorrow!


Felix is in bed now, but it is going to feel like Christmas for him tomorrow when he sees all of those comments tomorrow. I have been telling him about my blog (not the content) and he loves seeing the graphs and the countries looking at it. This will make him feel famous.

I’m also very excited to say that he has been invited to the “National Gallery of Victoria” one of only 4 out of over 200 children from his school to participate in an “Arty animal Adventure”. This is so cool!

Felix’s idol is Tim Burton, so there will probably always be a “dark side” to his stories. Now that he knows he has your attention I’m sure the words will flow even easier.

n.b. I try not to edit or intervene in his story…I just write the words that come out of that strange little head of his.

I feel so excited for him, I feel like going and waking him up!!!!

Just a Small Favor


My son Felix and his step brother have started to write a blog. They are hungry for clicks, comments, follows and likes. If you have a moment would you make his day? Felix started a story today (he is narrating and I am writing for  him). It’s unusual to say the least. A bit of love would help to keep him going!

And yes…there will be illustrations!


Thank You – you are all so wonderful!


Muchos besos para los todos xxxxxx


She sat in the sun grooming her self esteem,

with the weight of the kindness her readers granted her,

Her face turned to the light

Of their words of  her plight

and she glowed with the love that embraced her.

Winds of Change


“When the winds of change blow, some people build walls and others build windmills”

A nice little Chinese Proverb that seems to fit my situation perfectly right now.

p.s. I know I could have chosen a big and productive windmill but I just wanted to go with the happiness and humility that these ones conveyed 🙂

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