Not a lot of people do these but I like to, I think I’ll really enjoy them in the future. They are like little snippets of my life.
My life sitting in traffic.
My life of Aurora drinking milk her special way.
My life playing games with Miles.
My husband playing for me.
Vote Aurora Here! She’s undeniably the cutest little girly cat.
Though aren’t crazy cat ladies supposed to be single, in their 80s and have like 37 cats? I think at this point we’ve updated this term to include anyone who is crazy about their cats more than most think is appropriate. If that’s the case, then I’m one of those people.
- I hug and kiss my cats everyday, at least I do Miles, Aurora really rejects the whole hug and kisses thing.
- I think about them when I’m not with them.
- I take pictures of them constantly and post them.
- I have a twitter for Aurora.
- I have a Facebook for Miles and for my cat Pilot who passed away.
- I have pictures of them, including Pilot, all around my cubicle.
- They have a bunch of nicknames like Moonpie. Bear Claw and Lucy-fur.
- My husband and I find ourselves talking about the cats sometimes.
My life is very much about my cats and I’m not ashamed of this. They are such zen and peaceful creatures and spending time with them is often like meditating for me. Some people think cats are really aloof and they don’t care but it’s all about the energy and time you put in with your cat that amounts to what you get back.
This is my baby girl Aurora, though she’s no baby anymore as she just turned 10 years old. She’s also been a grumpy old lady for many years now. She’s the one in charge in our house and she doesn’t like anyone other than Manly Man (husband). A friend of a friend’s cat had babies and we went to pick her out. She was about 6 weeks old and I chose her because of 2 reasons a. she had a white bib and white paws and b. she climbed to the top of a scratch post over all the other kittens.
We’ve had Aurora almost the entire time I’ve been with my husband and the two of them bonded immediately over naps and tuna. She adores him beyond belief, follows him everywhere and they even have conversations. I know she loves me but more in the way a kid love their mom that annoys them all the time. Her adoration for him makes me so happy an I can overlook that she doesn’t give me the same attention. However, she has her moments, once in a blue moon, where she gives me attention…it usually last about 45 seconds but I stop whatever I’m doing and enjoy it.
People don’t tend to understand Aurora because she’s not the sweet an cuddly type cat. She can be really aggressive and doesn’t come across very nice. Hell, we gave her the nickname Lucy-fur very soon after adopting her for a reason. But she’s so beautiful and nobody naps quite like her. She has such a big personality and is afraid of guitars. She has white spots on her stomach that make it look like she’s wearing a bikini and she has what we call a “coffee stain” under her chin. Her tummy that has hung down ever since she was spayed we call her “flubby.” One of the most special things about Aurora is nobody loves or understands her like we do, she’s our little girl.
My husband gave me this for mother’s day. No, I am not a mother of a human child but I am the only mother my cats know. I keep them fed, safe and I give them hugs and kisses every day. I love them so much and can’t imagine my life without them. I’m still grieving (and always will) for my baby boy Pilot I lost many months ago. So today goes out to all the furmoms out there too!
Here is proof:
My wall at work.
My miniature Mini with the Union Jack (I do not yet have a life size version).
The tee I made for the show I love Misfits, I also made one for Skins.
I named my little cactus at work after Rudy from Misfits.
The cat we adopted most recently I named Miles, after Chris Miles from the British series Skins.
I also have a British Telly blog that coincides with my tumblr of the same name. I love everything England though and I’d move there if we could afford it and if my husband wanted to as much as I do. I admit though, I’d probably enjoy England a bit more if I was single and in my twenties. Oh and pets are really tough (and expensive) to move overseas. So until then I’ll just be an Anglophile who dreams a lot.