Viking Princess

‘Butt’marks – Viking Princess

We all love cats. In fact we all love animals in general. I’ve spent a lot of time on Pinterest the last few weeks looking for inspiration and the internet is certainly not short of it.

I’d seen a couple of designs of bookmarks that make it look like a kitty is trapped between the pages of the book, so I thought I would have a go… [Read more]

Travel

London!

11225077_10207052715189268_8371024550101015735_nThis time last week I was rushing around like a headless chicken, trying to fit the dentist in Castleford around posting a
parcel and travelling from York to London.

Miss Lisa Cooke, my partner in crime and best buddy lives down there with a few others including another bestie of mine – Alice. Now, in no more than one word those couple of days were absolutely: fabulous!

It’s always a treat when you get reunited with such good friends and to us it felt like no time had elapsed at all. Everything felt normal and just as it always had done, except this time we were further south than before. It was wonderful though, as well, to actually see London for the first time since I was about ten years old. I remember going on the London Eye and round the Natural History Museum, but that’s about it. This time, I got to see all the wonderful things that London has to offer.

We spent hours walking around South Bank, got to see St Pauls, wandered in a few famous stores, things like that. We went in a couple of the museums there, which were just great and had a look around Camden Market. The big thing, however, that not everyone does when they go to London, was visiting The London Cat Village. A little cafe, tucked away in East London, you book an appointment and go sip tea alongside lovely little kitties. Yes, real cats. It only lasted an hour out of the two days but it was really magical and something truly unique. I’ve only heard of a few cat cafes but I’m adamant that there should be some more. I have never felt more relaxed and oh my goodness they were all so adorable and fluffy!

I literally had the best time in London and I was really sad to come home. Leaving good friends behind like that is never nice but I suppose I’m lucky for the world that we live in, being able to stay in touch so easily.

I’m really glad I’ve been able to experience London properly, however, it did make me realise I am a bit of a country bumpkin – mainly when more than three people across both days couldn’t understand my Yorkshire accent. It’s an incredibly fast and busy world down there, I don’t think I would be able to keep up. I think I’d like to keep the novelty of riding on the tube just that – a novelty – and not a commute.

Next time, I’m determined to go see a show and I’m sure Lisa wouldn’t mind coming along with me…

Here are some pictures from my visit 🙂

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Misc.

My Cat is a Monster

I’ve had a pretty traumatic morning and I haven’t even been to the opticians yet,..

Everything started out relatively normally; the cat – we’ll call him Sydney (primarily because that is his name…) – was meowing at me incessantly to go outside. It’s been a while since he was out, so I thought, ‘why not?’ He shot out the door and the first thing he did was run for a white butterfly that was merrily flitting about the garden. There was nothing I could do, it all happened so fast as I watched him trap it in his claws and slam it to the ground before he started to tear at its little wings with his razor sharp fangs. It was brutal, but when I had gotten over the initial shock, I ran at him and tore him away from the injured creature and scooped it up in my hands. The terrible beast had torn some of its delicate white wing. Tears flooded everywhere as I fell to my knees and cried to the heavens, “Why, God, why?!”, holding the butterfly up above my head, hoping for some beam of light to shoot from the clouds and heal him.

Well, this isn’t exactly how the events played out, admittedly I may have got a little carried away, but it was traumatic all the same. Traumatic in a ‘agh, you poor butterfly’ kinda way. It did sit in my hands for a while, looking like it was just trying to get its breath back and then I sat it on top of the guinea pig hutch. Eventually it clumsily flew away on top of the kitchen. I’d brought Sydney inside by this point, but he was begging me to go back outside, so I let him. Five minutes later, he’d caught another white butterfly but when I’d grabbed him, he’d learnt from last time and had already eaten it. Ugh, I’m all depressed now. You forget that cats are natural predators when they wake you up on a morning by purring and nuzzling you with their cute and fluffy yet apparent;y sadistic face. -_- Don’t trust cats.

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The picture of innocence