I like cats. A lot.


Hi. My name is Katy. And I take too many pictures of my cat.
Because I like cats.
I really like cats.
Especially my cat. He is all kinds of fun. Even if he spends a lot of time sneaking into my bed.
I simply can't get enough of his little face. That head tilt when something catches his attention and his ears prick up like it must be important.  He spends a lot of his time on the stairs, racing up and down till he tires himself out and needs a break. That's until he catches something, that's not really there, moving.
We spend a lot of time together curling up under the duvet and blanket. Considering its just the two of us, it means there's plenty of room in the bed for us plus a family of four (OK maybe two more at a push) however Runkle always wants to be sitting right next to me. Actually right on top of me. Basically on my face.
Mornings are a struggle to get out of bed as it is, so it doesn't help when it's three minutes after my last alarm, that he decides he wants to get under the duvet and snuggle. Why do they do that as though they KNOW that you're leaving for the day?! It's so difficult to get up when I'd rather squidge next to him.
I love watching Runkle pad on his throw, and the cushions, and the bedding, oh and sometimes my arm and face. It's a sign of contentment, and that makes me feel content knowing he enjoys it here. And look at that little curled up ball of fluff with his big droopy belly and those ears flopped down. TOO cute.
Playtime tends to be around bedtime. Or 4am. Because I mean, when else is the best time to throw the noisy chicken and the catnipped fish onto the bed and fight it like he's saving the world?! Sometimes I'll head to bed and find Mr chicken or even the aubergine under the covers, or maybe find his moose lurking in the bath tub...
There is nothing quite like coming home and being greeted by his little face sitting on the telephone table waiting so patiently. That look in his eye, as though I am his world, and he cannot wait to spend the evening with me, and how he fusses around my leg showing me that he has my trust.
When all along, I know he just wants some food.
And maybe someone to throw his toys down the stairs for him.
But secretly, I think he does think I'm his world. And that he likes my company.
And yes, I am officially a cat lady.

Life lately


This picture melts my heart. Like ultimately melts it - not literally, just genuinely. I mean LOOK at his little nose!! Runkle is a huge fan of a chin tickle, actually, he's a fan of any fuss and having to get up in the morning and leave him for the day when he's at his most fussiest is hard. Believe me. I wonder if there is any jobs out there where you can fuss cats all day... Please employ me. I am a cat whisperer.
I was going to pick myself up a daybed this week for the spare room, and when Claire came over this week she had one spare - so after a quick pit stop to her parents, and some help from my mama, I now have a cosy little corner in the spare room. I have decided that maybe this is the perfect place to blog, especially with it being so peaceful and inviting. Now I just need plenty of sleepovers too..
This week I've been off work, and although I wasn't looking forward to it so much with little plans in place, I've had such a nice week and one that I probably needed. I spent my time spring cleaning (yep, three times.. I KNOW!), getting my nails done, trying on all my clothes, being spontaneous, getting drunk a few too many times and feeling good in myself. Looking after yourself is actually pretty rewarding - I don't do it enough.
Last weekend myself and my good pal, Nikki planned a night out. It was planned in the sense that we were not, under any circumstances, allowed to stay in (we're terrible creatures for getting ready and then turning on Netflix, and ordering takeaway!). Let's just say that getting home when the sun was coming up, and eating chips and cheese (and cucumber FYI) on the pavement took us back to being 18. It was fun. But definitely won't be doing that for another nine years.. I'm fairly sure that I'm still hanging from it..
Papa bought me a TV for my bedroom a few weeks back - and although mama worried that I'd never leave my bedroom, it is literally the perfect recipe for a lazy Sunday morning. I was never a fan of duvet days (I always liked the idea of them, but got bored too quickly), but in the last few weeks I love nothing more than boiling the kettle, keeping my pyjamas on and enjoying a peaceful Sunday morning watching some trash on the TV.
Last week I saw this little chap. It warmed my heart and broke my heart all at the same time. He's still as small as I remember, and just as crazy as he used to be.. Although I can't help but notice that he sometimes looks a little lost without Runkle by his side. It was nice to enjoy a few cuddles with little Ralph and squidge that cute face of his. One of these days I'll end up in prison for being a cat burgular..

Freestyle Challenge


Just like the rest of the world, I spend most of my day thinking about food. When I wake up, I think about lunch. Once I've eaten lunch I think about dinner.
Like all the time.
I even dream about food. Food is good.
And there are some days when I just enjoy something so much, that I eat it again, and again. Take last week.. I made the same dinner for four days running.
Because I really really enjoyed it.
So that's all that matters right? And it was healthy (sweet potato, butternut and five lots of veg FYI), so you know...If it ain't broke don't fix it. But actually, Lurkpak did a recent study which turns out that three in ten people have the same lunch everyday at work (looking at you mama!) so I guess I'm not alone..
Because Lurpak are pretty awesome (and have the cute little musician man), there'll be a food truck heading around London starting today, giving out free lunches at the following:
23.6 Broadgate Market      -      24.6 Finsbury Avenue      -     30.6 Paddington Central
1.7 Observation Point (Southbank)     -      7.7 Canary Wharf     -    8.7 Regents Place
14.7 Spitalfields Market     -   15.7 One New Change    -    16.7 Potters Field    -     17.7 Chiswick Business Park
YEP. free lunches - think avocado, feta, bacon, kale. You name it, it'll be in that sandwich.
And with that, Lurpak have challenged a few of us bloggers to go freestyle for a month.
Basically in a sense, mix up those lunchtimes and eat something different.
Make brave and bold creations as they suggested.
And, you know what? I'm all for that. Because as much as I love my leftover dinners for lunch (guilty!) I thought that this week was the perfect time to make something different, and equally tasty! And gluten free of course.
Being gluten free is sometimes a pain because..
Yep. Nice tiger loaf...
I always dream of tiger loaf bread, and bagels. And crumpets. And cat shaped thins.
But armed with some GF ciabatta's I decided to make what my mama always has rustled up in her fridge - Tomato bruschetta, with peppers, onions and garlic and topped off with some fresh feta.
And you know something else? It was heavenly. 
I genuinely really enjoyed it for my lunch (I try to tell myself it wasn't down to the copious amounts of feta, but I'd be lying otherwise..) and found that it was just what my tastebuds were after.
Although it's a good job I'm single.
Because, lots of garlic.

So Lurpak, I'll be blaming you if everyone starts crossing the road during my lunch hour..