Do you remember these bad boys?
Domino and Jenga entered my life last summer as tiny bundles of cute fir and whirlwind silliness. I was quick to post up some pictures and couldn’t wait to fill my blog with tales of their madcap madcappery.
And they are cute.
But the problem is that I am the world’s worst wildlife photographer. I’m never ever ready. You have to live with a camera in your hands to get decent photos of kittens and I never remember where I put it quickly enough. By the time I’ve recognised the blogging potential of a cute cat moment, it’s gone.
|Domino and Jenga now - all grown up|
Now I could ignore that and write about them anyway. Spend hours writing about them tearing about the house or the way that Domino has started bringing in presents for us. Well I say presents…
Last week he brought us a worm. A bloody worm! How useless is that? I told him to take it outside and use it to catch me a proper gift but he just sat there pointing at it hopefully. In the end I relented and gave him a stroke while Jamie took the worm outside.
At no point did it occur to me to fetch a camera.
And all that would be fine but a cat story with no pictures? Is that the point where you reach for the PVC and climb into the cupboard in bored desperation? Nobody wants to hear about a cat – they want to see it.
|Okay but pull my nighty back down when you've finished|
I love my cats – and they appear to love each other (I think I have gay cats) but I’m thinking one post a year is enough – what do you think? By the way, should you watch this video - try and imagine Serge Gainsburg and Jane Birkin moaning Je T'aime in the background because I couldn't figure out how to add it.