Kitten time

This is Snacks.

kitten loaf

If you follow me on social media you will have seen about a billion pictures of Snacks by now. But here’s her story if you missed it:

Our neighbours knocked the door at 9.30pm one night in May. The whole family stood there with this little kitten. She had appeared in their garden and refused to leave, and their dog wanted to eat her. They asked if we would put her in our garden and see if she would leave there. No worries, always happy to help a kitteh.kitten with big eyes

Those eyes though ❤

So we put her out the back and stood talking with the neighbours over the fence. The kitten was pretty thin. Her tail was all weird and a bit bald, which was really noticable as she had long hair. I started calling her Snacks as she looks like Bethany from Best Coast’s cat. We gave her some biscuits and said if she was still there in the morning then I’d take her to the vets to see if she had a microchip. I also posted on the lost and found pets pages. Someone must have been missing this cutie.

In the morning, she was still there.kitten outside

The vet said she was about 5/6 months old and had no microchip. They also said she was in heat or had just finished heat. I contacted the cat rescue charity but they wouldn’t take her because it was only one day. Even though she was a baby and at risk of boycats taking advantage. Not happy about that. I couldn’t keep her because Pickle would go nuts. So we went home and Snacks went back in the garden. I spoke to my neighbour again and she said she would speak to her friend who works with a small cat rescue. I had to go to uni that day as it was our final hand in for the year. I was there for 3 hours. In that time it went from “I can’t keep this cat” to “I have a new cat now”.

I rushed home because it started raining hard. We hadn’t had rain for a while and no way was I leaving a poor kitten out in the rain…

… but when I got home, she wasn’t there. I stood in the middle of the garden in the pouring rain calling “kitten!” but no kittens came. So I went inside, cuddled my big cats and cried for a bit.

Then my neighbour Emma knocked the door. She said that her friend had been round and they had tried to coax Snacks over so she could take her to the rescue. But Snacks wouldn’t leave my garden. She kept going back to the doormat. After her friend left, Emma was in the kitchen and there was a “meow” at the backdoor. Unfortunately, the dog heard it too and chased the cat. Both of them jumped over the back wall. Emma got the dog back over but said Snacks was still there. I said if she was then she was coming in and living with me.

I opened the kitchen door… Snacks walked right in. I cried again.

We made a cosy space for her in the back bedroom so that Pickle and Monty didn’t feel usurped. I de-fleaed and wormed all the cats the next day and a couple of days afterwards, Snacks had a bath because she stank. A lady from the cat charity came round to see how she was and if we needed any help fostering her. I said that if no one came forward to claim her then she had a home for life.

One month later, and with no one contacting us about her, I had her vaccinated and chipped. Then she went into heat again. OH MY WORD. I have never seen anything like it. Snacks sang for nearly 10 days solid. She sounded in pain but maybe that’s sexy to boycats. Every time you touched her she stuck her bum up in the air. She must have been so uncomfortable. I would put her to bed every night and she would go straight to sleep. Being a horny kitten is apparently exhausting! (there are videos of her singing and presenting on my Instagram).

As soon as heat was over, Snacks got spayed. kitten blep in cone

Best. Cone of Shame. Ever.

Nearly 4 months later, Snacks has settled right in here. She is very driven by food. She farts loudly when she gets excited about food. She doesn’t share food. She has put on lots of weight and all her fur has grown back. She looks so lovely.kitten in bed

Pickle and Monty are fine with her. Most of the time they ignore her and just sleep all day on their cushion. Snacks sometimes sits with Monty on the chair. Pickle hisses at her to let her know that Pickle is top cat. They don’t fight though.

So now I have 3 orange ones. It’s like she knew we were ginger-friendly. I am so glad that this little floof came when she did. She has provided a welcome distraction from all the uni vacation time, even if she has issues with the landing carpet. She follows me around like a duckling and kicks me in the head when she’s making biscuits on the blanket on the back of the sofa but then comes and curls up on me for hours. She accepts tummy tickles and loves to play. I had forgotten how different kittens are to older cats. She is better than TV. I love Snacks.

Tippy and kitten selfie



Did you miss me?


It’s been a while, huh?

Let me catch you up…

  • We bought a house last April. It’s a wicked little house that looks like peach melba.Home Sweet Home
  • I quit conveyancing and became a student last September. I’ll be starting my second year of BA Interior Design at USW next month. This is one of the best things I ever did. Top 3, definitely. I love it so much. Except the summer holidays. They’re long and boring.IMG_20160919_085827
  • We got another cat! I’ll do a post about Snacks soon. She’s amazing.IMG_20170630_160101_681 1
  • I got a shed. I haven’t built it yet. Shed posts will happen.

In far weirder news, I have, somehow, been tricked into entering the Cardiff Half Marathon. What?? Who even am I? I have no business doing such a thing. And yet, I am doing this thing. For charity. I’ll do some update posts as to my progress. The race (ha! Race!) is 13.1 miles. I have done 3.3 miles so far. Go me! If you’re interested in giving a little incentive for me to actually start enjoying this task, then you can go here


So, TL:DR – stuff that happened to me since David Bowie died.


Did you miss me?

It’s December 1st and that officially is the start of Christmas for me. It’s the same month and everything. It’s even snowing on WordPress. I love that.

Today I put the tree up, as I do every year on the 1st. I wasn’t really feeling it today, mind. Not sure why. I seem to have to force myself to enjoy things that I usually love. I blame Cameron, the ham-faced gimp. Anyway, I put the lights on the tree and plugged them in. Dead. My trusted John Lewis lights died. On the tree. Ugh. Cancel Christmas. So Ant decides that we should get new ones. Off we go to Tesco at 9pm. 100 lights, half price, £4. Score! We bought some custard creams too, because custard creams. Get home, feeling a bit more with it, and plug the lights in. They work!  Yay! BUT as I unravel them they stop working. NOOOOOOO!!  Why do you test me so, God of string lights?! We took out every bulb and the fuse. Nothing. Back to Tesco at 10pm! No way am I not having lights on my tree tonight. I’m too involved now. 10.40pm and there are lights on the tree. Also on the tree are my old lights that belonged to my nan and are older than I am. TAKE THAT, STRING LIGHT MANUFACTURERS. I’m not doing any more to the tree tonight. I might leave it naked as some sort of hipster protest. Nah. I have about 600 baubles to go on it. That’s a full day’s work.

I am aware that I have used too many tenses in the above story. I don’t care. It’s sausage to me.

Today’s festive musical offering comes from the lovely Gruff Rhys. Enjoy.


Spotify link.

In my room

The bedroom.

When you’re growing up your bedroom is your sanctuary. It’s where you play, where you do your homework, where you tell your little sister to piss off because she’s just there being annoying when you’re trying to be cool with your mates. It’s where the walls start off plain (or with Woofit wallpaper in my case) and then evolve through Care Bears and rainbows to Take That and then, almost overnight, you can’t see the walls through posters of Nirvana, Pulp and Beck until your A0 sized X-Files poster that cost £3.99 in Virgin Megastores on the weekend after your 14th birthday falls down and rips a hole in Mulder’s face (I cried when this happened) and so you fill the space with photos from disposable cameras of your friends and cat. Mostly the cat.

When you get an entire place of your own you don’t need your bedroom as a retreat. You have a whole home with lots of rooms to spread all your random crap around, and your bedroom becomes just that – the room with your bed in it. The place you spend a lot of time in, but doing anything special, just sleeping (or not, thanks to my neighbours who seemed to be having a pretty good time last night. I didn’t need to hear that.)

I was lying in bed the other morning, feeling very pleased that I didn’t have to go to work because it was Saturday, and started thinking about our bedroom. None of the furniture in it belongs to us (it’s a rental) so in order to personalise it we need “things”. We haven’t really put any things in the bedroom. We’ve got a big vintage granny blanket on the bed and a crocheted rug on the floor, and a mirror from my nan’s house on the wall but that’s it. No falling down X-Files poster, no fairy lights (I will remedy this), not even any pictures on the wall. I’ve got nice stripy bedding on at the moment (BHS) but otherwise there’s no personalisation to the room at all. Not even a radio. I should put a radio in there. It’s easier to wake up to a radio. I’ll get a radio.

I’d love our room to look like this, including cat:

Dream bedroom

I doubt Ant would like that room though. That’s the other thing about not having just your own room – you have to consider the person who shares the room with you! Not that I’d have everything pink but still! Also think I need some plants in there. I’ll have to do cuttings from Charlie, but I don’t want to kill him accidentally. I’ll practice on Charles II who lives on the fridge. He’s freaky already.

Lots of songs about rooms, but naturally I’ve picked Dinosaur Pile-Up to end this post.


I’m going to assume that I was busy in May. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.05-20131

May consisted of puppy, puppy, more puppy, puppy and friends, finally making a home for my blue tea set, meeting chickens and ducks, making things (at last!!!), lots of WI stuff and being obsessed about home furnishings. Oh, and obscene salads.

I’m back – and I have the wifis!

Hello! We’ve now been in our little house for a week and today was an exciting day as the internet was turned on! Yay! Real internet and not just Twitter on my phone! To be honest I haven’t missed it as much as I thought I would have, probably because I’ve had a whole house of other things to concern myself with.

Sackboy is way less happy about his house than I am about mine. Silly Sackboy.

Sackboy is way less happy about his house than I am about mine. Silly Sackboy.

Everything is pretty much in it’s place now, just need to sort out the spare room really. I might do one of those “home tour” posts that the internet seems to love so much, but not ’til we have the new sofas.

Next post will be prettier, with all the March photos (again not daily, but I’ve taken more than 31 so I like to think that Project 365 will consist of 365 photos from the year as a whole. It’s my blog and I’ll twist projects as I see fit 🙂


I dislike change. I like familiarity. Sometimes though I get bored of the same things and want a complete change. Then I get scared and chicken out and the familiarity becomes comforting again.

So we’re moving home. I had a little freak out about it on Friday. Like properly screaming and crying to myself (well, to Pickle as no one else was home) and being utterly devastated to be leaving the flat. We love this place. It’s the first home we had together and we’ve been here nearly 4 years. But I want to move. I want to go to the lovely little house with all the alcoves and the lovely kitchen and beautiful bathroom with easy access to shops and coffee houses and other nice things. No one is forcing us to go, we don’t have to go. We want to go and we’re going. We’re leaving behind the nocturnal devil child that lives downstairs, and the leaky shower. We’re leaving behind the cupboard full of stuff in the kitchen that was already there when we moved in (heck, we’re adding to that cupboard!)IMG_20130306_225321Unlike the other times I’ve moved this time I’ve only really had a month to deal with it instead of about 3 months. That makes my head a fun place to be! We get a key for our new place next weekend to start moving stuff in before moving ourselves in over Easter. Oh my word, why do we have so much stuff?! Seriously, it’s not like hoarders or anything but so much irrelevant stuff! I haven’t even gone in the cupboard under the stairs, where the boxes are as they was when I moved from Thornhill to Penylan and then to here. I guess it just makes it easier to bin stuff off when it’s been in a box unused for nearly 5 years. Think I’ll need a trip to the tip. We have about 5 routers and cable boxes. Why??? Also enough USB and CAT-5 cables to reach the moon.


Yes, every time there is an open box you can almost guarantee that within minutes it will contain a Monty. He thinks he’s helping.

Another thing that’s changed is the cover design for The Simple Things. Gone is the lovely cover with simple things on that represent what’s inside and now there are people on it. It’s not an ugly cover by any stretch but it loses the essence of what the magazine is about. It’s not simple. People are far from simple. I don’t like people, I like things. IMG_20130316_111927The magazine itself is still absolutely delightful with lovely articles and of course I’m still a subscriber. It’s just not attractive on the outside (and with people on it will not be gracing my new coffee table in my new house, should I get a coffee table). I hope it was just a test and things will go back to how they were (and should be) for the next issue. A quick glance at Twitter is quite telling, I’m not the only one who feels this way.

I have a lot to get on with.

I’ll manage somehow.