Happy Kitty, Sleepy Kitty, Purr, Purr, Purr

Given that I was told that I was being like Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory, when I told this little blighter to move out of “my seat”, I find it somewhat apt that I he’s sleepy and I can’t get the Sheldon sick song out of my head, the lyrics of which are…

“Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur,
happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr”

Ultramarines and Warhammer 40,000

Just a tongue in cheek macro shot today!

And They Called It Kitty Love….

Any pet owner will tell you that having a pet isn’t all fluffy cuddles and snuggles, with an incredibly cute pet. For a start they need food – and what goes in, must come out. That’s just for starters. Have more than 1 pet and they’ll happily play – but they’ll also happily fight sometimes too! Thankfully our 3 cats, for all they don’t get along all of the time, they do get along most of the time. When I see two or all of them cuddling, well, it melts my heart every time. ♥ They’re adorable!

Photography and new toys!

A while ago I bought asecond camera, staying with sony seemed logical – after all, I thought that logically everything (not just the lenses) would fit both cameras. Inevitably Sony didn’t share my opinion, many “non sony” brands that have a “sony fit hotshoe mount” won’t work. For example a Yongnuo flash gun doesn’t work, however the Jessops version does, which means that more often you have to buy sony branded products for the camera. Not ideal when you’re on a budget!

However, in my lack of wisdom, I took it for granted that the flash triggers would work for both. If my hands are really bad, this is the only way that I can take photographs and some wonderful friends all clubbed together a while ago, to make a pod that would go onto my wheelchair and adapt a trigger release to have massive buttons for my gammy hands. ♥ Sincerely, even now, I can’t thank you all enough!

A couple of weeks ago, I needed to use a trigger release and thought “why not try it on the newer camera?” so I got the newer camera and I was baffled for a moment. I’d completely forgot that some of the newer models have no where for a trigger release cable to go, but use an infared trigger release system insead – obviously the remote controls are sold seperately. I was dreading looking for one and finding an extortionate price, however, I was plesantly surprised at the pricing of them and without haste, ordered one online.

Today it arrived in the post. Somewhat surprised at how light the remote is, a little awkward with positioning etc, but generally it’s a canny, nifty little gadget.

Women and body image.

I’ve had many comments from men about my figure, both good and bad, but admittedly take the majority with a pinch of salt. I’ve been alsorts of sizes and to be honest, I’ve never been phased by it. The only time that I ever tried to lose weight was when I was a size 26 (UK sizing) and I joined weight watchers for 3 months. The majority of the time, I’ve been “the fat friend” and it never bothered me. Why should it? I was comfortable with my body image – and still am.

However, someone who I thought gave a damn once, said something that I did take to heart, – this person being a woman. Shallow is a bit of an understatement and to be frank, I don’t think that she realises, or cares, that she upset me. She loved the fact that she was the thinner of the 2 of us – and to be frank I never cared, however her comments shocked me a while ago.

I’d gone from a size 22, to a size 16-18. It’s not unusual for me to change size, however this was partly medication related, not weight loss medication I hasten to add, but neuro-meds. She made a comment about my “tree trunk legs”. Now, given that my legs have always been toned until I became disabled, this was a sore point anyway. I mean, come on, I was a size 16 and did arerobics 4 times a week (step aerobics twice a week), wore 6″ heels often and had killer pins! Since becoming disabled, fair enough my legs do swell, but the muscle wastage over the years means that my legs are 1-2 dress sises than my waist and hips. Skinny jeans look like straight jeans on me, bootcut jeans look like kick-flare… I don’t have massive legs.

Someone else has referred to my “fat arse” several times. My said “fat arse” is boney and covered in bruises mearly from sitting on it.

However, today, I’m going to have my moment of bitchiness….

Look at what I bought yesterday, that fit perfectly, even my “fat arse” and “tree trunk legs”….

 

Blooming flowers…

I like flowers, though I’m sure that’s somewhat obvious and one of my favorite flowers are gerbera. Again, I assume that you’d taken that as a given, after looking at my blog/site name and URL, as gerbera are a kind of daisy.

Today we had to pop into our local co op store for a couple of bits, you know the kind, bread, milk, that sorta stuff. I was using my wheelchair and when we went to queue up, I couldn’t get the wheelchair close. It’s got very narrow isles anyway and the chackout is usually a bit of a nightmare with the wheelchair anyway, but today there was a queue of about 5 people and there was absolutely no way that I was going to be able to get the wheelchair anywhere near the end of the queue, never mind the till. So it was a case of either put stuff back and leave or me wait outside while hubby paid. Usually it would’ve been the former to be honest, because of the access issues but today I waited outside.

Anyway, getting back to flowers. It’s not very often that I have flowers in the house, – with hayfever and 3 cats who like to play, it’s not really practical. So while I was sat outside waiting for hubby, the flower stand caught my eye. Now, their range of flowers is usually quite mundane and today was no different. Bunches half dead from the polution and cold outside, … no single bunch that you’d buy your Gran, to be honest. However, many of the bunches, half of the bunch had a little life left in some of the flowers still, so now you know the story of how todays photo came to be flowers.

Monochrome kitty….

Snuggling up to the radiator on his climbing frame, bless him!

Miniture Models – more macro!

A friend of mine is an amazing hobbist painter with a passsion for Warhammer 40,000 models. So, today I nabbed one of his models to take some photos. This model is a Grey Knight, it’s 28mm tall and it’s hand built and hand painted. Awesomeness!

I’m Watching!

I think that my photo-a-day challenge is rapidly turning into a “kitty photo blog”. Hehe!

In comparison to the other 2, this one is very reserved, shy and less sociable. However, this little kitty knows what he wants and he’s decided that as opose to cat milk, he prefers cravendale milk – and because he knows that we drink that too, he’s figured out that there’s nearly always some in the fridge. He actually turned his nose up at cat milk the other day and whined until my husband gave in and gave him some cravendale! So now, every time he goes into the kitchen he stops at the fridge, and whines… til he gets his milk!

Spoilt cat? Him? Never….. hehe

When I grow up…

“When I grow up, I’m going to be a rockstar, just like my Daddy!”