If you’re familiar with my blog, you’ll know I got myself a furry little friend as soon as I moved into my house. I’ve wanted a pet for as long as I can remember, I was always jealous of my friends who had cats and dogs, not content with the various family rabbits/ Guinea pigs we had growing up. It was one of the things I was most excited about when I found out that my offer had been accepted and I had got the house.
Everybody meet Nala…
It’s strange how I don’t feel like I live alone anymore. She’s the chattiest cat I’ve ever met, so I’ve always got someone to talk to (yep, I definitely sound like a crazy cat lady now!). She’s also tiny, fully grown, but tiny.
I got her from a rescue centre in Bradford in March after excitedly scouring the Internet for months trying to find kittens and cute things I could squeeze. Turns out, there was no kittens available in March due to it being out of ‘season’ but I couldn’t wait, so off we went cat shopping. As soon as I walked in, I spotted her out of the corner of my eye, some would say love at first site, others would say I needed to reevaluate my life and stop being obsessed with cats… But let’s not listen to those ‘others’ and look at more photos of my cat baby.
These are from the day I brought her home:
90% of the time, she’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. That other 10% usually occurs around 4am when she’s scratching the hell out of anything in my bedroom, usually by bedding or something under my bed and it could just be the most annoying thing in existence. Either that or she’s auditioning to be in Rio 2016 and darting from one side of the room to the other and back again as fast as her little legs with allow. But as soon as I see her little face, there’s no way I can be mad at her. I mean… look…
Any other cat mothers out there?