Scraps

Introducing Mamma Scrap!!!! 

Most important from Max The Artist’s Amazing Throwout (as it turns out in restrospect), is Scrap, a little more than a couple weeks old as she was when Max drove up one night and asked if I wanted a kitten and I was interested because I thought I was about to start teaching again and life was lacking in amusement

 

The soft paw patting my face I couldn’t resist.

 

Having lost much of my furniture and quite a bit of my library during the era of homelessness, it wasn’t a simple thing to gather in heaps of stuff from various storage places and begin to order this new big place here.

 

It was certain basic necessities which emerged from the Throw Out. Decades of tenancy and a rich neighbourhood history had resolved into Max's removal to the smaller place with only a shed for a studio.  Max gave us all six months notice. I got picture frames, a desk, bookcases, a sculpture, an old time biscuit tin, and numerous books, gee-gaws, and I only begin to mention pictures, posters etc etc...

 

I’ll never forget first finding The Couch in the lane, a Couch which was light enough to roll up the street and get inside, where it initially got stuck in the dogleg at the end of the hall until I got help. Totally Douglas Adams!

 

The arms and sides of the couch are now massively clawed and the brats can play inside there. The top and essential centre of the Couch is fine and I’ll replace the whole thing before I relegate remains of the present to whatever our local ‘Daigon Alley’ has become since Council got stern about our small local throwout/receival points.

 

The lane upstreet we’d called Daigon Alley in that year I moved in here  because if something didn’t work or if you found you didn’t want something, you could take it up to Daigon Alley and possibly bring a few things back (from furniture to fake flamingos and whatever).

 

Scrap and I set up home together and eventually one Christmas Eve, Stanley arrived along with Teddy, Cloud, Feather and Lucibelle, unexpected babes that Christmas Eve.

 

The first three I named found homes and Grace is descended from another side of the family.

 

Scrap was a very mischievous kitten. She’s not a poet, but likes a chat.

 

She wasn’t nourished by her own Mamma for long enough as a kit and so she’s a bit wild, an abandoned pet. I thought having her own kittens might settle her down, but of course our Queen Scrap who was a solitary kit, she’s now upset by numbers.

 

Me? I can’t afford to be too much upset.