What change, huge or small, would you want your weblog to make on this planet?
When I wrote my first post about Louis Catorze, his pores and skin allergy was at a really unhealthy level and the goal was to discover a remedy. Somehow I simply imagined that I might find yourself chatting to the people of different allergic cats, and that one in every of them would point out some obscure remedy or ingredient which might magic-bullet Catorze to tremendous well being.
This by no means occurred. Although we’ve found steroid photographs, which stave off the issue to a sure diploma, nothing has cured him. And I’ve realized that holding the little sod snug is extra vital than placing him by countless assessments in a quest to discover a resolution, particularly as that resolution might by no means come.
So, now, my weblog is only a little bit of enjoyable, and I’m very fortunate that it has introduced me buddies from everywhere in the world. I don’t do something to market it, I don’t promote something or monetise it, nor do I monitor the stats (primarily as a result of I don’t know the way). Writing about Catorze relieves the large quantity of stress that comes with being his second seventeenth favorite human* and having to offer him with a luxurious life-style while being handled with contempt in return. And, if I could make one individual smile, or have one individual realise that they’ve it comparatively straightforward with their good, regular cat, then I’ve succeeded in my mission.
If you’re a common follower, or when you have ever shared my weblog, thanks. It actually is such a deal with for me to have the ability to write for you, and having your assist actually makes up for all of the grief brought on by this furry, toothy psychopath.

*The others are Cat Daddy, Cocoa the babysit cat’s daddy, Cocoa the babysit cat’s brother, Daddy Next Door, Disco the canine’s daddy, Cat Daddy’s buddy Paul from down the street, That Neighbour, our buddy Steve, our buddy Phil, our chat-sitteur’s boyfriend George, the pub landlord, the pub landlord’s son, Krzysztof driving the Lemon van from Ocado, the person who mounted the dishwasher and people two trick-or-treating youths who got here sporting clown masks and brandishing machine weapons.