the internet is for cats;
This is a difficult one to play. Those of you who follow me on Instagram or Twitter, for example (I’m @lastyearsgirl_ in both locations), are already no doubt sick to death of hearing me talk about Scooter and the Big Man. However those of you who do not will not yet have seen any pictures of our increasingly rambunctious five-month old kittens. And they kinda deserve their own post, because they are just that awesome. And cute. Obviously.
Here are a few of the things I have learned over the past ten days:
- There is no pop song that cannot be rewritten on the hoof to be about your furry loved one. I would, however, recommend steering clear of the one that goes I threw my cat down the well // don’t ask me, I’ll never tell;
- Construct as elaborate a setup for your cat litter tray involving cardboard boxes and old newspapers as you like – the stuff will get everywhere. Those of you who enjoy walking around your home barefooted may need to invest in a pair of flip flops (and these combined carrier and toilet cases sound repugnant);
- There is no space, no matter how small, into which a particularly determined cat cannot fit. However, it will take wrestling to get the same cat into a carrying case. Unless you have no intention of going anywhere;
- The kitten owner who wishes to bake must first perfect the art of the one-handed throw. They do not teach you this in Manic Pixie Dream Girl School;
- Tights are a plaything;
- So are screwed-up bus tickets, charger cables and shoes;
- Not the foil-covered paper you get on a packet of Rolos though. That is a foodstuff;
- Just because the packet says “cat treats” on it does not mean your cat will eat them;
- You can be standing in the middle of the floor, minding your own business, but it will still be possible for a kitten to claw you in the tit.
And, lest we forget, the inspiration.