I hadn’t done a caturday post in a while but seeing Zara surrounded by these scary creatures and not feeling even a little bit scared got me all proud. If an army of toy mice was ever to invade this house, I know I’d be safe.
gratuitous kitty photo because you can never have too many of those and, well, I had nothing better to post.
You know how it was January about 10 seconds ago? Well, you and I blinked and now we’re over halfway through this year. Scary, right? What’s comforting, though, is that we have finally reached the month I had been waiting for all year long. September has officially been renamed Rocktember and promises to do exactly what the first part of the made up word says. It’ll start with an epic road trip in Europe and include my first ever urban trail run (a concept I had never even heard of but am already sold on), as well as a half marathon in Lisbon (the location alone make it straight away the coolest half marathon ever). On top of that, and more importantly, some much needed quality time with family and friends I haven’t seen in a year and cannot wait to hug. I’m sure I’ll come back with plenty to write about but, for now, off to get on a plane (well, two planes) to the other side of the world, BRB!
It was just another quiet morning in Zara’s household. By household, I mean the cardboard box she’s decided to turn into her home.
She had just finished breakfast and was busy chatting with her pink flamingo when, all of a sudden, a hand trying to cuddle her. Cuddles in Zara’s world are often confused with homicide attempts and she was having none of that.
She managed to get her owners to back off and get the heck out of her cardboard box but they were still pointing cameras at her so she grew increasingly upset. She shook her head vehemently as if to say “oh no no no! I’ve warned you enough times” and prepared to attack.
Miss Blue Eyes here had her stitches removed today. In practical terms, it means she’s now allowed to go outside and my days of scooping poop out of her litter tray should be counted. In obsessive-kitty-mum terms, things might not work out exactly that way. Am I ever going to be able to let her out of my sight and risk her never returning ever again? I’m not so sure. Might just have to get used to scooping out poop until the end of times. She’s got a scratch post that matches her fur colour anyway so she’s sorted.
Zara was spayed and microchipped yesterday. It happened much later than it could have been because I had been dreading the day for months, worried about her being in any kind of pain. You can call me obsessed and say I was overreacting but, while she was at the vet by herself yesterday, it was all I could think about. I didn’t make any plans for Saturday to stay home and look after her, in case she felt any pain.
She has spent the day running around the house, hiding from me, giving me “I’m-totes-ignoring-you” looks, and flirting with other cats thought the window.