Pre-boyfriend days, which were also pre-children days, I lived alone and got a cat (you can see where this is going can’t you). His name was Lister, appropriately named after one of my favourite shows Red Dwarf. If I am honest his name was really Ivanvodkavladmirgetyourknickersoff, or something vaguely similar. He was named over a few wines (okay it was prob ably more than a few) with Caz. The cat being a blue russian sort of cat.
Lister was adopted as his previous owner felt he was a bit strange for her, apparently jumping in her fridge and settling on a shelf to stay put, was not normal for her – he was perfect for me.
Adopting Lister started the jokes of becoming an old cat lady. I lived in a very ram shackle old house, I had a cat I adored, I was single and I had to chop wood with an axe to get hot water. I am not lying, I had many a cold shower from a night out cause a few wines and an axe are not a great mix. My cold house meant I wore cardies and socks and shuffled around.
On particularly bad Mum days I look back and think, why did I not take the cat lady route? Cats don’t answer back, cats don’t have tantrums, and if they do you can stick them outside and leave them to it without fear of a DOCS arriving on your doorstep. If I was a cat lady with my 12 cats, i would need cat accessories of course and here are some I feel would be great
Ditch those socks and get some nice kitty slippies from ingOOte
A cute widdle pocket mirror from Frangapani Palace
My little kitties need some outfits from Mel P Designs
A cat lady loves a nice cuppa tea from Elm Design
An outfit for special occassions from my new favourite kitty shop, whislt not Aussie, it simply must have a mention, Pampered Whiskers
you remember his name Jem – it was Ivan Lister Whodyanickabollockoff Smirnoff.
I would like to hear the story about Lister’s medication requirements when a man did enter your life. That is a goodie.