Cool for Cats? Then again, maybe not...

Ok. Having just had the misfortune to watch the most terrifying and disturbing programme EVER (think a unmarried 50 year old with 84 cats, YES, 84.), I felt the need to express some concern over my two new recent acquisitions and what exactly it says about me. Pets in our family home were always restricted to the "house friendly outdoor only" kind (rabbits) or "able to live indoors but mess can be contained" kind (hamster/good old goldfish). Quite frankly, they were never enough to kill the curiosity of two young sisters.

So, almost 15 years since we said goodbye to our last lop eared friend, in bounce my beautiful kittens, Larry and Evie. Gorgeous! Adorable! Fluffy! Absolutely. In fact, so much so that I literally can't control myself with the camera when they're around. Look! He's sleeping. Again. Quick! Take a picture. Again. Honestly, I'm even annoying myself with my incessant baby talking and checking they're still breathing every ten minutes. Watching them attempt to pick up a pencil has caused me to almost hyperventilate with excitement, and when they had to have their vaccinations last week I was wracked with guilt and convinced they hated me like the evil cat torturing witch they thought I was. I'm even subjecting my friends to sitting through albums on Facebook, constant tagging and comments of how much I love my furry children. I'm hoping this is just one of those irritating phase's, you know, a bit like when you get a new car and you go EVERYWHERE in it. Even to the post box.

Hopefully, within a few weeks I will no longer get overwhelmed when they discover a new miaow, nor will I feel the need to let me fiance know when they eat all their tea. I've given myself another month to be rid of this crazy cat lady behaviour before Channel 4 come knocking with the camera's rolling...

A "Family Portrait". In my fiance's defense, it was my idea... : )