Today I've been blogging for six years. Six years! I really enjoy writing, and creating posts for my little corner of the internet.
I've never been any good at keeping a dairy so I'm surprised that I'm still blogging after six years. I'm happy that I am though, and grateful for the friends I've made along the way.
Thank you for reading, commenting, and making the journey all the more enjoyable with your presence. I'm not looking to build a massive following or into turn full time blogger, but it is nice to have regular readers, and read your blogs in return. Although I am aware that my posts can be sporadic at times, and I tend to binge read your blogs when I can, as I rarely find the time to catch up everyday, but it really is a part of my life that I enjoy.
Today is a memorable day in many ways. It's the day I left home at the grand old age of 23, it's the day I was a bridesmaid to my favourite Aunt, aged 11. And it's also Socks and Tink's birthday, they're nine years old, making them 52 in cat years.
What follows is a collection of cat photos. I tried to keep it to just nine photos - one for each year - but it was impossible, so look away now if you're not a feline fan, there are a lot of photos. A lot.
I'd intended to have just the one cat, Tinker, but I bought Socks home with
me because my friend's Mum wanted him. Her cat was very old and nearing
the end of her life, so I was to look after Socks until her old cat
passed away. But after about an hour of having him home, I knew I
wouldn't be able to let him go. I was quite distraught at the thought of
having to part with him. Luckily, my friend's Mum completely
understood, and I was able to keep him.
I can't imagine life without cats now, and since becoming a cat owner I have learnt many things about cats, like how they love a box.
And that box envy is a distinct possibility...
Cats will pretty much sit and sleep anywhere, regardless of how comfortable it actually is.
And they can get annoyed if you interrupt them.
Catching a cat mid yawn is always funny.
You will be jealous when they choose another lap over yours.
Food will never be your own again...
You'll love their stupid little faces...
and you'll never tire of taking photos of them sleeping, or being awake.
You'll be really chuffed every time you get a good mid-wash photo or a protruding tongue! (And in all honesty you'll happily take numerous photos just to capture it perfectly)
They'll be 'helpful' at all times.
The 'my cat's really Batman' joke will never get old.
Cat selfie's will always be hard to resist.
And they will never like going to the vets.
Well done (and thank you) if you go this far. That's a lot of cat photos (I did warn you).
I hope to be blogging and taking cat photos for years to come, I promise not to bombard you with this many cat photos ever again - that's what Instagram is for ;-)
I've never been any good at keeping a dairy so I'm surprised that I'm still blogging after six years. I'm happy that I am though, and grateful for the friends I've made along the way.
Thank you for reading, commenting, and making the journey all the more enjoyable with your presence. I'm not looking to build a massive following or into turn full time blogger, but it is nice to have regular readers, and read your blogs in return. Although I am aware that my posts can be sporadic at times, and I tend to binge read your blogs when I can, as I rarely find the time to catch up everyday, but it really is a part of my life that I enjoy.
Today is a memorable day in many ways. It's the day I left home at the grand old age of 23, it's the day I was a bridesmaid to my favourite Aunt, aged 11. And it's also Socks and Tink's birthday, they're nine years old, making them 52 in cat years.
What follows is a collection of cat photos. I tried to keep it to just nine photos - one for each year - but it was impossible, so look away now if you're not a feline fan, there are a lot of photos. A lot.
I'd intended to have just the one cat, Tinker, but I bought Socks home with
me because my friend's Mum wanted him. Her cat was very old and nearing
the end of her life, so I was to look after Socks until her old cat
passed away. But after about an hour of having him home, I knew I
wouldn't be able to let him go. I was quite distraught at the thought of
having to part with him. Luckily, my friend's Mum completely
understood, and I was able to keep him. Catching a cat mid yawn is always funny.
You will be jealous when they choose another lap over yours.
You'll be really chuffed every time you get a good mid-wash photo or a protruding tongue! (And in all honesty you'll happily take numerous photos just to capture it perfectly)
They'll be 'helpful' at all times.
Cat selfie's will always be hard to resist.
I hope to be blogging and taking cat photos for years to come, I promise not to bombard you with this many cat photos ever again - that's what Instagram is for ;-)
