Harvey the legless kitty

No it is not a pun - this gorgeous little kitty, rather like Forest Gump's Lieutenant Dan, has no legs.

"Hope for kitten born without leg bones"


Ok so strictly speaking he has legs, but his front ones have no bones in them due to a rare genetic disorder.  His insensitive owner put him up for sale on Gumtree, listing him as a kitten with 'two broken legs'. Rather like how you would advertise a defective ipod on Ebay isn't it - works fine, slight faults in functionality, minor wear and tear, sorry no returns, paypal only. 

I'm so glad I had the 'crazy cat lady' talk with you all before now, it puts postings like this into a little bit of context.

Legless Harvey

The good news is Harvey will get an operation in a couple of months to install some metal bones in his legs, thanks to fundraising by Cat's Protection Glasgow.

So if he were to go back on Gumtree, would it be as a 'restored' kitten? A hybrid perhaps? Maybe a rebuilt model or a custom built 'pimp my kitty' item..?

Productive Weekends

Friday Night - Ikea, which is my idea of a great end to the week

Saturday - Farmer's market to acquire some lovely cheeses by a not so lovely market guy who coughed a bit too much for my liking when purchasing food.  Then went to the Rex cinema which is a converted theater.

Sunday - Coffee and Hampstead Heath with friends then Chris did a great job of installing a new light and towel peg in the downstairs loo.

I am a crazy cat lady.

Those of you who know me are aware that the crazy cat lady character from The Simpsons was clearly based on me.

It’s okay, I am aware I have a problem.  I am aware that I talk to my friends’ babies in the same voice I talk to felines.  I am aware that the videos of my cat getting up to hilarious antics is not actually that hilarious to other people.  I am aware that when I die my carcass will be half consumed by my squad of faithless feline companions (whom I will name Avengers Assemble) before anyone discovers my demise.  But I’m okay with that.  I am a cat person.  We accept the occupational hazards of our catty choices.

So with that groundwork laid, let it be known that the second the Cat Café arrives in London I will be setting up camp outside it a week before it opens like a nerd at Comic-Con.

I’m hoping that the cats at this café are vetted for personality and psychological desirability, because my cat at home is a bit of a d*ckhead.  He doesn’t wait until I’m dead to try and eat me, he gets a head start on my toes most evenings to see how much of a fight I'd put up. 

Exorcism Kitty

Dear Snow, where were you 1 month ago? Sincerely, everyone

Blue Friday? More like White Friday...

It's my Blue Friday today, which is when at work if we do our fortnightly 70 hours within 9 working days instead of 10 we get the alternate Fridays off.  

It's such a good deal so I can get stuff done at home, like finish painting the stairs in One Coat White Gloss...

White Stairs...

It's been snowing all day so the cat is refusing to go out.  When I threw him out in the cold he suddenly learned how to use the cat flap and snuck back in...

White-out...

The one thing do I miss about not being in work on a Friday though is my mid afternoon Starbucks...

White Mocha...

Seven months, four weeks and two days

It dawned on me this afternoon that yesterday marked 8 months until the wedding.  Really really must get around to organising it...

Normanton Church

Stairs to stare at

The stairs in our living room were bringing the whole room down.  They're a lovely solid oak, but looking grubby and worn, and being in such a small room we need everything to reflect as much light as possible.

So I've made a start on sorting it out, and I've applied a coat of primer to prepare the wood for being painted with a white gloss. I probably won't get around to the actual painting until next weekend now, but already it's lifted the room a treat...

In it's prime...

Then to consider them finished I'd have to rip up the red carpets.  Back when we thought we might uncover the floorboards I wanted to get a snazzy striped runner carpet up the stairs, but now having seen just what condition the floorboards are in I think we've settled for a nice carpet for the lounge.  In which case I'll just get the same carpet to run up to the landing.

Weekend well spent

Jars from Ikea, bottle from Next

Our Saturday was spent between B&Q, T K Maxx, Next home and Spar picking up a bottle of wine for tonight's beef stew.  Having to go to arbitration to get our deposit back from our former landlord.  

Weekend done. 

Glasses from Next, wine Blossom Hill

Twelve things the cat likes to eat that he really shouldn't

Mr Bitey

Number One: bits of string and ribbon   

Number Two: cardboard boxes

Number Three: plasterboard

Number Four: Chris’ arms

Number Five: cous cous

Number Six: the bedroom door when we shut it at night

Number Seven: my ankle bone

Number Eight: turquoise satin finish emulsion paint

Number Nine: my laptop cable

Number Ten: his own malted fur

Number Eleven: the sofa arms

Number Twelve: cat litter after a bit of steak gristle fell into it

There seems to be a very strong relationship between him being abandoned by his previous owners and indications of serious psychological and behavioral issues. 

Curiosity may not have killed the cat yet, but it turned his paws blue.

Pie & Amersham Old Town

Two equally lovely things for a Friday afternoon.

MyPie

My chicken, chorizo and mushroom pie recipe was originally derived from a Jame Oliver 30 minute meal recipe but is now quite far removed from the original concept.  But that's what I like about Mr Oliver's food, it's very adaptable.

It would seem I'm on sale.

 

A late Xmas present

 

Finally, my birdcage lampshade arrived from Achica and it is proudly displayed in the bedroom...

To - me
With love from - me

 The cat destroyed the box that it came in and then took a nap.

 

 

Seven things I'll miss about Xmas

Number One - Wearing pyjamas at otherwise deemed inappropriate times of day.

Number Two - Drinking alcohol at otherwise deemed inappropriate times of day.

Number Three - Eating Quality Street at otherwise deemded innapropriate times of day.

Number Four - Not going in to work.

Number Five - Not feeling chronically depressed at how naff the weather is.

Number Six - Cheeseboards. 

Number Seven - Bizzare wrapping paper.

Xmas kitties