Category Archives: Beach Cat and the Lost Hours

They say, that in every man, there is good and evil. And this is true. They say that everything that comes from the desert will return to sand. And this is also true. And they say that, behind every cat, … Continue reading →

Beach Cat crawled out from his rocky hollow to have a look around, out into the mist, into the sand, felt the moist grit under his paws, the salt air in his lungs, padded out towards the sea, barely making … Continue reading →

Beach Cat woke early to the familiar sound of gulls fighting over a dead crab, fighting like there was no tomorrow; life was a sandy, gritty, tumultuous affair, and there’s not a damned thing anyone can do about it. This … Continue reading →