Sunday Suds.

Last night after dinner I was washing the dishes (the traditional water in a basin way... we don't have a dish washer... mercy!) and as I finished my brother pointed to a tiny bubble floating in the sky.

Zero the Ghost Cat enjoys sitting on top of the fridge freezer because it offers prime ninja attack position and a good view point of the whole kitchen, what's cooking on the cooker and what's out the window. It also let's in good sun rays during the day.

Zero was intrigued by the bubble so with some wind help from me I blew it up to her and she sniffed it and it burst on her nose.

This spurred about an hour to an hour and a half's activity involving my cat and Dora the Explorer bubbles... and a camera of course.





The fridge.




The Bubbles.




The curious cat.




The curiosity.




The fear.




The desensitisation.













Unaccompanied bubbles.














And then the humour shots. :)






and the side ways ambush bubble that made me laugh because it blobbed into the camera view finder.

and finally...



The money shot. 90 minutes and 100+ photos and finally a nose on contact re-enactment of the first tiny tiny bubble bursting on nose.




In other photographic news...

On saturday my mum and niece went to an awesome country park. My Niece is currently obsessed with tea parties so we had a picnic with her in the country park among the trees and in the grass. It was pretty awesome.

And the sun was shining and I had shaved my legs and put on shorts.. it was wonderful. It was like one day of summer. :)







Timer shots are my favourite.


And of course.. my brother being my brother had an art project to do which I ended up helping him with which turned into a miniature disaster. His teacher apparently hates it.







The best part of it was the charcoal unicorn I drew at the bottom of the page.



Amazing.

Someone let the cat out of the ba(g)th

I know I talk about my cat... A LOT.

But I have to tell you what she just did. It was so photographic worthy that personal hygene was momentarily cast aside in order to capture the moment.

Some background first.1

1. Zero is a house cat.
2. She will only drink fresh water from the tap (so we ahve to leave the tap on for her)
3. She used to love drinking out the bath
4. When she was sixth months old I tried to toilet (ceramic toilet) train her — it was going well but then it turned into a disaster because my skills of making an in toilet cat litter tray was a fail.








5. Since then she has liked water, and watching her reflection in the toilet.
6. Since then she started going for number two in the bath plug hole while the water she drinks from the tap dripped on her special presents and augemented the smell.
7. For the past 5 months I have been filling the bath with water so she doesn't toilet in it. (this has worked... she goes in her tray.)
8. In the past few weeks she's been appearing with wet paws and the bathroom has been wet.
9. I just caught her climbing into the bath to try and get a drink from her tap. Observe:













She eventually got out the bath once I drew too much attention to her, and when I was brushing my teeth she went to carefully climb back in, but because her paws were wet she slipped and fell... but landed on her feet because of that elasticated back bone of her. Ahhh cats. And because she's a cat, she jumped out, sat on the floor and licked her paws to regain dignity. She got her pride back that's for sure.

And, once I have enough money I plan on buying a real toilet training kit and getting her trained again... she likes going in water not litter... I would too... litter sticks to your feet... water is cleaner. Go clean cats.

Zero Three.

One one zero zero zero zero one.

Zero is my cat. Without her I would live a sad, lonely and stressful life. Sincerly. I had sooty for 10 years of my life and I've had Zero for almost three years of my life, which means there was a time, about 50% of my life that I did not own my own cat.

When I come in from work though I hug and stroke her and it takes everything away. When I wake up she comes for cuddles and it takes away the bitter pain of having to get out of bed.

When I'm up late, or working from home she sits under my left arm while I Sit on my bed with my laptop on my knee.

She likes to bite me, yes. She likes to terrorise me, yes. She likes to poo in the bath to piss me off, yes. She is often called Zeez, Zeezrom, hell beast, satan, evil, yes.

Last year I made her an awesome hat to mark her second birthday.

This year I made her a Pecan Pie.

Here are the results of Zero's birthday party. Me, her and wooden floor.

(Just as a general reminder, this is all tongue in cheek. I like mocking the fact that I could be a crazy cat lady without actually being one. That's why I also send those Christmas emails with Zero, they make me laugh because people do send things like that in seriousness.)



This is the Pecan Pie. It turned into a deep dish pie because I didn't have a large enough pie dish. Hmmmm.



Zero being suspicious of the pie.











Oh you're scared of the pie.

Zero only looks like she's touching, sniffing or eating the pie. This was a hygenic endeavour. Don't worry.

Completely organic and filled with Green and Blacks Dark chocolate. I can cook. FACT.

Pecan Pie and Things I have Learned in my life Like how to make Pecan Pie.

Today is Zero's third birthday. So I'm making her cake, or rather Pecan pie. I took a recipe from the wonderful and fabulous Green and Blacks cook book. Amazing.

So, The week has been filled with work, Claire and cleaning (and a short jaunt to edinburgh airport to send my brother on his way).

I left my laptop in the Beir Halle last night after Claire and I munched some pizza. I've not eaten pig in a long time, but for some reason I love black pudding - which is pig.

I could never be a real vegetarian because of Black Pudding.

Anyway... I had black pudding and egg on the pizza. It was incredible.

Tonight I met with my new violin teacher. So exciting. I was terrible, but he said my posture was good, and my sight reading was quite good having not properly played in seven years.

Seven years.

Last week I bought racist Tin Tin in borders as well as Stefan Sagmeisters: Things I've Learned In My Life So Far.

Aparently Sagmeister has only learned 20 things in his life so far, my favourites among them are 'Everyone who is honest is interesting' and 'Trying To Look Good Limits My Life.'

So I've been thinking about things I've leatned in my life so far.

I've been toying with the idea that I've learned that: My Mother and my teachers don't know everything, Having beliefs and morals is essential, Passion is attractive, Being scantily clad only bring temporary, unstable, meaningless attention.

Trying to look good really does limit my life. That's a fact.

I used to want to be cool in school, I thought having brand names would help.

Then I became rock/goth/punk and then I didn't know who I was any more.

I still don't. I found a picture of me from 2005. I looked older than i do now because i was wearing suit jackets and dressing more womanly rather than kiddly. I dress like a boy that's a fact.

I think I stopped caring. Perhaps that will end up being my demise.

Zero's birthday party was amazing. Is amazing.

I think I just made the best pecan pie that's ever existed.

Fact.