Some animals arrive quietly. Others arrive trailing questions, urgency, and a story that only reveals itself over time.

 This calico cat was the latter.

Her owners checked into the Hogsback Inn carrying an air of haste and unease. They didn’t settle, didn’t linger. When they left, they left quickly — loading most of their belongings and other animals into someone else’s vehicle. In the chaos, one detail went unnoticed. The calico bolted.

Later, staff found her hiding in a cupboard, pressed into the shadows, clearly distressed. Her people were gone. Yet they had left behind expensive Royal Canin cat food — a sign of care, not casual abandonment. Something about the departure didn’t add up.

The Inn contacted Dogs of Glory for help. Attempts to reach the owners went unanswered. With the cat’s wellbeing the priority, a local community member — “Lady King” — offered to foster her while the search continued.

What began as temporary quickly became permanent. Trust grew, routines formed, affection followed. Soon came the familiar words: “I’ve fallen in love.”              
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Drawn by rhythm and place, a circle slowly formed. Drumming in HB is not new; nut now it’s alive and breathing. Pushing air into the lungs of the earth, our skies and our community.

It didn’t begin with an announcement, just a beat. Serge reflects on how rhythm gathered people in Hogsback...

The drumming circle in Hogsback grew out of a lifelong love of rhythm.

In all the places I had lived before — Johannesburg has a very big following compared to Durban, or Transkei — drumming circles were surprisingly rare here. 

When I arrived in Hogsback, beginning of 2025, something about the land, the people, and the sense of community felt like the right place to begin. There was no drumming happening on the mountain and no decent drums. What started very informally — a few drums brought out before or during parties — slowly gathered momentum as more people from all walks of life felt the pull of the rhythm and connection.

Over time, the circle grew into something much bigger than one person. While I may have been the instigator, it quickly became a shared creation. A handful of committed mountain folk helped push the organisation side of things, making sure the drums arrived, the word spread, and yes...

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