Kelly Cat Copy
Evan Schofield - My Grandfather
Kelly Proudfoot - Freelance Writer
We called him Pa. He was an only child and was called "Bubby" by his mother - who spoiled him rotten! He had the same car from when he first got his license until the day he died - a gun metal grey Oldsmobile - which he started with jumper leads to save the starter motor!
With an avid interest in electronics, he repaired many household appliances and would accept homemade jam if the little old ladies didn't have the money to pay him. I remember his workshop, which was furnished with a pigeon hole cabinet containing many small slots for components, gadgets and parts.
When I was little, I got into the blackberry bushes and after stuffing my face with fruit, I went into his workshop and left a perfect Blackberry hand print on his wall. Rather than fuss at me, he took his pen and wrote my name and the date next to it, to mark the occasion.
That's the kind of person he was. His fascination with faraway people and places kindled my own curiosity and vivid imagination. He would ask me things like, "Is it hot in Hottentot?" and "Do monkeys like ice cream?" - spurring my brain into overdrive.
He rigged up an intercom system throughout the house and his workshop. There was even a small speaker in the bathroom, so I was shocked to hear his voice one day when showering, (I was an adult at the time) asking me if I'd like a cup of tea. My Nanna said that she had friends over one afternoon. They were sitting in the lounge room - gossiping - and all of a sudden they heard Pa's voice saying "Geez!" from behind the couch.
When Nanna wasn't around, he'd bring in his lolly jar and say, "Who wants a sneaky lolly?" Everyone loved his company and he loved learning about different cultures - especially the food.
Pa would use a thick slice of butter on his toast in the morning, which he would then slather with honey and enjoy, while intermittently sipping his tea. He loved spicy foods and sauces, canned sardines and a passion for cheese. Beer was his drink of choice and he brewed his own for many years.
Pa and I would have wonderful conversations, racing each other"s minds and giggling all the way. We had a link that seemed to be tied in with our love of cats. When I was little, there was Richard - a lovely boy who was a tuxedo cat - mostly black, with a white face and neck. Pa would have conversations with him and he'd put the heater on in the lounge-room for Richard at night.
When Richard passed away, Pa kept a few of his long whiskers stuck to his old radio, which stayed there for the rest of his life. Then there was Tibby, who was huge with stripes like a tiger. He was also slightly cross eyed and loved to be snuggled.
One day, Pa was opening a can of cat food at the counter and he looked down at me (I was about four or five) and said "I wonder what cat food tastes like." He let me have a sniff and then he talked me into having a taste - which was disgusting. We laughed as I spat it out and he took a sniff, making a revolting face, which made me laugh more.
Pa and my father called me Kelly Cat, with things like "What are you up to, Kelly Cat?" and "Kelly Cat likes strawberry ice cream." I even got a spoon with Sylvester as a kitten on the handle. I treasured that spoon and I'd never walked past the drawer without checking to see if it was safe and sound.
One of my favorite jokes he told goes like this:
"A woman was sitting on the train with her baby on her lap. Two businessmen sat across from her. Both were reading newspapers. One peered over his paper, looked at the woman and baby, then turned to the other man and said, "I say, that is probably the ugliest baby I have ever seen in my life!"
The other man peered over his newspaper, glanced at the woman and baby, then replied, "I agree. That's the ugliest baby I have ever seen."
Distraught, the woman raced out of her seat and went running down the platform. The Station master came out and stopped her, asking "What's wrong?"
She told him how nasty the men had been, so he took her by the elbow and steered her towards his office, saying, "Those cruel men - how dare they?! Come with me and I'll get you a nice cup of tea and a banana for your monkey!"
I don't know where he got that from but he had a slew of silly jokes, hilarious observations and stories he loved to share, especially when we were all sitting around the table. Along with my uncle's and father's antics (they are identical twins) - pulling faces, impersonating people and talking in riddles - our
get-togethers were always filled with entertaining conversations.
This and many other experiences have helped form my writing style and my love of story-telling, curiosity, creativity and imagination. That's why I chose the business name - Kelly Cat Copy.
Hello! I'm Kelly Proudfoot - Freelance Writer and fantasy author. I also write poetry, screenplays, direct response content, short stories, blog posts and much more.
Telling stories and learning about the world and its inhabitants has been a driving force in my writing. My work draws inspiration from many experiences in a life that encompasses a wide range of careers, life events, interests and hobbies.
An Australian who's been living in the United States since 2008, I have always loved reading and writing. As a child, I set up my own library in my room and made my brothers play and check out books - with my own little library cards and stamp.
I love the Beat Generation, especially Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg. Authors I adore include H.P. Lovecraft, Angela Carter, Helen Garner, Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, Sam Harris, Nick Cave and many more. I'm really into Henry Rollins' spoken word material and Ann Charter's poetry.
I listen to a wide range of music but I'm quite partial to Tool, Kate Bush, Danzig, Rammstein, Midnight Oil and Faun.
My Work Ethic:
I understand the occasional need for switching things up in the middle of a project and my skills traverse many genres, formats, styles and perspectives. Creative writing is my favorite outlet. It allows me the freedom to delve into my imagination and dredge up fascinating, compelling and surprising material, which is then channeled through my novels, poetry, blog posts and freelance jobs.
People have always sought me out when they needed clarity, advice or a shoulder to lean on. Utilizing the research I've gleaned over the years on human behavior, I have a knack for "getting inside people's minds" and testing predictive and analytical data, to plan any project - depending on the desired outcome.
In my younger years, I often had friends asking me to write love letters for them when their relationships went sour. I have over fifteen years of helping people write cover letters and resumes and have given out many written references.
I am a certified training developer and facilitator with many years' experience as a Case Manager and Career coach, a Numerologist, an author and writer for hire. I've completed projects such as:
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Value is key for me, my clients and the public. Whether it's my own work or content written for my clients, another important element is integrity. I don't want my work to come across as poorly written, badly researched or not compelling. Along with my perfectionist streak, slavish attention to detail and the desire to deliver the best material for my clients (crafted to their message), I strive to help raise the profile of the individual, company or brand.
Ranging from the shortest blurb to the most intensive data mining project, I glean insights from the client or do a deep dive to discover pertinent information from trusted sources, which is then woven into a cohesive, concise and engaging piece aligned with my client's brand or requirements.
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