About this Blog
Welcome to Cats and Birds and Stuff - a home for stories, memories, feathered visitors, feline overlords, and the occasional rant about electricity meters or Lee Harvey Oswald.
I’m Paul. I grew up in Swansea during a time when “health and safety” meant keeping your fingers out of the plug socket, and childhood mischief was met with a clout and a cloud of cigarette smoke. From there, life took me through the army and eventually landing me (somehow) in a quiet corner of the Italian Alps, with cats, a bird feeder, and a terrace garden that definitely wouldn’t feed us through a zombie apocalypse, but makes a fine home for tomatoes and butterflies.
This blog is a mix of:
- Childhood memories - often chaotic, occasionally criminal, and always very real
- Army tales - with a few darker moments, told honestly but with humour
- Cats and Birds - because I live with three furry reprobates who run the household and a birdfeeder
- Wasps, stink bugs and bees - along with the occasional rant
- And whatever else pops into my head after two cups of coffee and a look out the window.
I’m not selling courses, pushing affiliate links, or promising to teach you how to make passive income using ChatGPT. I’m just telling stories, the kind that stick in your mind for no good reason. If any of it makes you laugh, remember something, or just feel a little less alone in the world, then this blog’s doing its job.
Pull up a chair. Stay as long as you like. And if the telly cuts out, don’t worry - I’ve got a clothes peg.