The Cat Sat On The Mat…And Me

images-479                                                        The cat sat on the mat.

 The mat was by the door.

It was cold outside and there was a draft blowing through the loose-fitting door. The cat slept or pretended to sleep. A vacuum cleaner whirred from some place upstairs.

The cat slept or pretended to sleep. A washing machine slowly turned through its cycles. Its churning indifference replaced the urgency of the vacuum cleaner which was now silent. The woman upstairs moved from room to room collecting this and that which needed to be collected and then needed to be thrown out. She huffed at things that had collected themselves over the winter months and made sharp references as to what would happen in the future. The washing machine began to wake to another cycle and this time its effort increased.

The cat sat on the mat, but was not asleep. 

The man sat at his writing desk and tried to write. It was cold outside, but the sun was shining. He liked the sun and hated the cold. He listened to the increasing speed of the washing machine and was thankful that the vacuum cleaner had stopped its busy cleansing. He looked around for the cat that should have been sleeping, but found that there was no mat at the door. No mat meant no cat.

The washing machine spun for take-off. Any moment now they would all be leaving the ground and heading off into the clouds that had already been hushed into vapours on this cold, cold day.

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Besides the sound of the washing machine, the vacuum cleaner, and the cat that was not there, the world stood still and waited for itself to catch up. 

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mike2all

This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

5 thoughts on “The Cat Sat On The Mat…And Me”

  1. Oh how I wish I had a cat in this house when my kids were young. We were not allowed one. I grew up alongside pets and the cats became my playmates, being an only child. 🙈 poor buggers .. I used to place ladybird books in a line along my bedroom floor, stood as tent shapes in a long line creating in effect, a fence. I would coo and whisper to the cats various that they were my show jumping horses and put them down at one side of the bedroom. There followed a predoctably speedy escape with a beautiful take off and landing over the books. (My parents were not horsey. I did not have a pony. Only a jumping cat!!!)

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