Cats & Vintage Art

I've recently joined a rescue organisation as a foster parent.  This is my foster baby, King Louis.  He is all kinds of deliciousness and I'm so happy to have him in my life.  Not going to lie, but they day he leaves, I'll cry (like a sobbing mess). 

There are far too many animals in this world that need a safe and loving home.  Please remember before you buy that there are already animals in need that are more than will to give you the love you are looking for. 
Not all are adult cats.  Plenty of kittens as well. Louis is barely a year old. And there are hundreds of kittens that are looking for their forever homes. 

PLEASE #adoptdontshop

To Birthday Or Not

I'm not one to celebrate my own birthday, but my cat's... well... sort of.  I took these photos around his made up birthday (I don't actually know the date, as I adopted him)... and almost a month later I'm posting them on the inter webs. 

I'm a bit of a kill joy when it comes to this stuff.  But nonetheless here's my Mr. handsome-pants on his 3rd birthday.  So Proud ^.^

Who I Am

Yesterday was the day that my life changed forever... I became who I always said I was going to be.  But up until now, I didn't really believe it would happen.  I always had this doubt lingering over my head that it would be so very different. But here I am, today, the woman that I am meant to be.

This isn't some over night change, some New Years resolution. This is much greater than that. It's far greater than me. The universe has the controls and it is driving me towards my destiny. It's what the universe has planned for me. I cannot fight it. It has been priming me for this exact day. This day of one's true identity.  My true purpose.

I am... Who I am... Today.

I had an image of myself where the neighbor kids stood at my fence telling tales of a jilted heart of the woman in the haunted house.  They would stare wide eyed in fear, the wind would gently carry the sounds of rustling leaves, the gate banging against the fence, peculiar cat murmurs.  And yet, one brave soul picks up a stone and tosses it at one of the sleeping cats sprawled out in that warm afternoon sun. It shrieks, hisses and in a low meow, growls in disgust... The door creaks... Their eyes widen, but they do not move, as if their last breath was about to be made.  I creep from the door incomprehensibly shrieking, shaking my finger as I push past a clowder of cats. Determined, I make heed towards those wicked neighbor kids.  The kids scream in absolute terror running in every direction away from my cat infested house.  Satisfied with my triumph, I weave my way back to the porch.  A cat in hand, I turn my old haggard face to the setting sun and squint.  The majestic creatures I protect surround me.  And all thats left is this, a frightening portrait of myself with my many cats.

Yes, that is me.  In... Well... Maybe the not so distance future. 

I am the cat lady. The lady who wondered how she ever lived without this perfect being who stands proud in front of her. This being that meows for her undivided attention.  This being is her perfection.