An adventure in Kitty Wonderland

I went on a little adventure with Jim the other day.

Treasure ahead!

It started off with me trying to paint some leaves (don’t ask!)

New layout!

Hello! After talking to my business partners, the kitties and I decided it was time for a change. Introducing A cat, a book and a bowl of soup take 2.

Let us know what you think, or if we can make anything better:)

Rosie Stubington – Queen of Cuddles

 Rosie has a little habit. Just before I need to do something important, she will start crying. How can a cat cry, you ask? With heart wrenching skill. Meeew! Meew meew! Next, she struts over to my bed and waits for me to sit down and welcome her up.

 Of course, I oblige and pat the duvet. Up she pops and now it’s a little “brrr” as she spins round and pushes her tail into my face. Now I have to lie down so that she can ram her bottom onto my tummy before a collapse and slide. Now she is sat with her tail and bottom perched on my waist and my body curled around her .

 This is how we stay for quite a while with a lot of cheek rubbing and head stroking, along with some nose nuzzling. Oh and also some face dusting. Tails are tickly (hehehehehe). Oh Rosie!

Making sacrifices

My apologies for the poor quality, but there’s a rather lovely story behind it!

This photo is from when Rosie paid a visit to her favourite holiday home – my wardrobe.

A lazy morning:)

There’s nothing better than a cat nap!

The Kitties love a good snooze. I’m more of a work, stress, work, collapse kind of person – but perhaps I should take a page from their book.

Jim has found a way to force this change upon me. When I am having a stress fest, Jim likes to pin me down – be this by sitting on my hand, foot, leg, lap etc.. Or he will ask for “Just a little stroke”, before flopping onto my arm and rolling around, grabbing my hand and rubbing his hand against it.

Or… you know, just being super, paralysingly cute.

Or even sitting on top of my work…

Yeah, Jim is a fan of taking the slow lane.

Organization (and strange childhoods)

When I was a small toddler (instead of a small non-toddler), I had a bit of a love for organisation. This continued as I grew up and one of my favourite “games” was to sit and sort hair bobbles into piles based on colour, size, stretchiness or any other distinguishing feature (what can I say, I was a bit odd).

Now for most parents, a tidy toddler is a dream come true, but for my Mum – a woman who was then very partial to the odd bit of child psychology – it was more of a paranoid nightmare. Another one of my pass times

Some strange facts about me and The Liebster Award!

Today I have got a very rare non-cat related post for you!

I was nominated by Brenda and Buddy (a beautiful cat) for the Liebster Award! You can find both of them here, and I would definitely recommend paying a visit! (Although make sure you do it privately as Rosie and Jim seem to get a little jealous of me cooing at all the cute kitty photos…)

Sibling Attack

My two brothers have been home for a week now, and I find myself rapidly adapting to this sudden change. I am now in the habit of checking the toilet before I sit to avoid falling through a seat-less portal (despite the argument that both genders have a use for seat down while only one has a user for seat up, so by the rules of statistics it’s default position should be down) and rejoicing when I don’t have to use a toilet roll laden hand to correct it.

Bake off Escapades

I had a very dramatic start to the week; Monday was the final of a bake off I entered.  The try outs had been very busy, with many people bringing cakes, cookies and even pie in to be judged, and on first appearances, my cake was rather boring. I made a black forest gateau, deceptively simple until I made it completely vegan!

To cut a long story short, I got through to the next round – yay! But this brought a new set of challenges.

Rosie’s Beanbag