Exhaustion.

Wowzers. Working the bank holiday is a strange thing. Shorter days yet they feel like they just drag on forever!
Glad to be home now though but little Haylee just don't wanna play with me!

The other day I had this sleepy lil tike on me! Michael the kitten, soon to be called Death. She will always be Michael to me!

I hate getting up for work.

I just want to stay home and play with the ponies.

Pottery animals.

Lovely lovely animals.

Same day, different cat.

This one, I think, was the mummy. There were three young'uns there too.

Knee Nipper.

This cat bit my knee one day. Not in a bad way, he just gets carried away.

Hurricane Bill.

Sometimes people tell me things and I think they are making things up. I guess I'm feeling a bit paranoid today though. Like everyone knows something and I'm not allowed to know. It makes me feel really tired. My feet feel a bit numb and my left eyes feels heavy and I just want to take in big gulps of air.

Retail therapy.

I work in retail.. Fact.
I need therapy.. Fact.

bad days.

Cut out alcohol... no wine for me.
Lose weight... no cheese no chocolate no chips for me.
Exercise... no rest for me.
Hey ho, what has to be done has to be done.
On plus... rambling!

Waiting for September.

This summer has been a total wash out. Far removed from the bright sun, occasional light breeze, ice lollies and beer gardens. Closer to no air, sticky rain and grey clouds.
Bring on September.... the changes begin!
I love Autumn! Reminds me of the first day in a new class at school. New shoes. New pencil case. New school bag. Getting crisp new books for each subject and putting your name and class on the front in your bestest writing. Walking home as the nights darken earlier and shiny conkers plop out of the trees!
Yeah yeah! I know, I'll be fed up by the third week of September but it's nice to get excited about stuff!

Everyone thinks cats are a superior animal....

... but my cat, Haylee, licked my feet after a nine hour shift at work. Sick kitty! Don't know what must be worse for her. That or the tinned tuna my boyfriend fed her. Ack!
Today was a really loooooong day. Generally populated by complete assholes who are unable to say the words "please" or "thankyou" and who I am convinced think my main aim in life is to serve them things they don't want or that will not fit them. Sorry dude! I just want a cup of tea. To be honest, I'd rather sip on a cup of acid than deal with you much longer. *sigh* The bills must be paid, food must be put on the table (or in the cat bowl).

Let me re-introduce myself...

So I started on here just under two years ago. Back in the days living in Vincent Manor with BigShoes, working with the greatest chum ever in a vintage shop run by charlatans and nazis and generally tootling around.
Then the world changed! I moved in with a BOY!
My world became a heady cocktail of washing, ironing and other good housewifely chores (heehee, I jest!)
In reality I've spent my absence from here collecting My Little Ponies, dressing up and playing video games. It's a nice life really.
Well, welcome to my blog. I promise I will try to pop by regularly with little anecdotes, fairytales and photos of cats.
X McBean.