|Posted on March 29, 2011 at 7:37 PM||comments (0)|
So here’s the thing…
This entry is about how awesome and fulfilled my life is and how I struggle to find time to write entries on both of my blogs. I’m hoping that this entry doesn’t make me look like a whingey old queen. I’m also hoping that it doesn’t come across as an unreliable person making excuses. And finally, I hope it doesn’t come across as boasty and self-righteous either! That’s certainly not the intention, but it inevitably will.
I do a lot of stuff. Seriously. I work full time, have a boyfriend with whom I spend a lot of time, do voluntary work for two charities, sit on four different local community committees/ initiatives (chairing two of them), watch an average of 10 hours wrestling a week, ring announce for two wrestling companies that are 80+ miles away from where I live, play World of Warcraft, play Dark Heresy (it’s kind of like a Sci-Fi Dungeons and Dragons), go out and drink copiously almost every weekend (and have shocking hangovers!), watch a lot of films, read at least a book a week, and fuss over my cat a lot. Oh, and of course, write two blogs.
And that’s the thing: I don’t write entries for either of my blogs as often as I like because I’m busy. In fact, I regularly curse myself for missed opportunities for timely blogs (particularly on GGWF).
I genuinely love everything that I do in my life, but I’m the first to admit that I probably do too much to be able to actually be able to commit as much as I’d like to any of them. It’s a tough choice to drop anything, and the simple truth is that I don’t want to. So I’m not going to. And I guess what I’m saying is that sporadic is the name of the game when it comes to both of my blogs.
Clearly, the solution is to not sleep… ever.
|Posted on March 24, 2011 at 7:19 PM||comments (0)|
My aforementioned houseguest Andy left today, and I was actually really quite sad was about it. Considering what an isolationist I can often be and that I have lived on my own for the best part of a decade (except for an ill-advised 6 months with an ex-boyfriend that was sort of imposed upon me rather than by choice – long story!), this actually surprised me. However, Andy’s month(ish) long stay has made me discover something about my princess that I didn’t know up until now.
The diva kitty, however much she might actually try to hide it with her diva antics and façade of indifference, actually enjoys, nay craves, human company!
Here’s the evidence:
Every workday, I leave her alone in the flat for somewhere between 7 and 9 hours. When I get back, I am greeted with much meowing and purring and cat headbutts and fuss. I’d always assumed that it was merely begging for treats rather than actually wanting my company, but I was wrong.
With Andy in the flat all day, she no longer immediately greeted me upon my arrival home despite the fact that he didn’t give her treats at any point during the day! However, she would spend large amounts of the day sat with/ on him.
I rest my case!
‘Tifa, you’ve been rumbled!
|Posted on February 7, 2011 at 12:30 PM||comments (0)|
In November of last year, David and Laura, both of whom have pretty much always worked in the charity sector, made the bold decision of moving to Sierra Leone for 12 months (potentially longer) when Laura was given a job opportunity. I was not shy about voicing the following ambivalent opinions to them:
My selfishness about them not being around pretty much evaporated over Christmas when my Mom, Dad, and I had the opportunity to video call them over Skype. Putting it bluntly, I’ve never seem them happier and more upbeat: how can even I, with my near infinite resource of personal bitterness, possibly resent that they’re not here when people I love are so clearly very happy?
Around the same time as said phone call, they both launched blogs documenting their lives in their new home. Some of their escapades make my toes curl! I couldn’t think of anything worse that the lives that they are living, but they are revelling in it all. It makes a stark, albeit pleasant, contrast to the mundaneness and frivolity of this little blog about my diva kitty. I know that random people’s ‘holiday blogs’ are generally self-absorbed, dull and tiresome pap, but David and Laura’s (at least in my opinion) are really rather compelling. Why not have a quick clicky clicky and check them out?
|Posted on December 9, 2010 at 12:29 PM||comments (0)|
This is Bruiser:
I love Bruiser nearly as much as ‘Tifa. He is awesome! Bruiser is part of the RSPCA Manchester and Salford branch's rescue animal of the year contest, and I really want him to win!
On the RSPCA website, I am quoted as saying the following:
Having adopted my cat Tifa from the branch in 2009 with the same personality as Bruiser I couldn't help but follow his plight for a new home. Tifa can be such a diva kitteh at times so I knew exactly what kind of home Bruiser needed. I really wanted to adopt him but Tifa would not have allowed such a thing so instead I did all I could to promote him on my blog Queen and Latifa.
Poor Bruiser reminded me of my girl: older, black and white, set in his ways, and no-one wanted him!
Also, Bruiser is undeniable a massive lump with an ugly face! Personally, I love him all the more for this, but you can see why shallow people might have gone for a more aesthetically pleasing cat over poor Bruiser and this happened time after time after time for the poor boy! It’s no coincidence that Bruiser was without a home for a whopping 9 months (roughly five times the usual turnaround for a rescue cat). I really did desperately want to adopt him as month after month went by without a shred of interest in him!
So please take a moment to click this link and VOTE BRUISER!
|Posted on December 2, 2010 at 8:50 PM||comments (0)|
One thing that I did manage to do over November whilst writing my novel (and I do use the term 'novel' rather than 'mess' with a certain amount of irony) was update the Q&L Twitter. I like Twitter because it allows me to feel like I’m still doing Q&L justice by at least writing regularly on the microblog when I haven’t got time to write on the actual blog: it’s a poor substitute, I’ll grant you, but it’s better than nothing, right?
Over the course of November, I did a series of tweets that I entitled ‘Mundane Things That ‘Tifa Does That Delight Mark’. It’s true that ‘Tifa really doesn’t have to do very much to make me full of glee, and I enjoyed coming up with the list as a mini-break from my novel writings. Seeing as not all my readers follow me on Twitter, I thought that I might reproduce the list (posted roughly at a rate of one every other day during November) for those people here.
Love that cat: even reproducing this silly list has made me all warm and happy inside!
|Posted on November 30, 2010 at 11:41 PM||comments (1)|
Hey! It's been a while!
I apologise that there's not been a blog entry for so long! Some of it was planned (no blogs in November because I was writing a novel); some of it not so much (laziness during October). Normal service will now resume, but I thought you might like to know that my lack of blogging was worth it, and bore fruit:
Yup, despite my incredible neurosis, I actually managed to write 50,000 words of a novel in a month! I'm over the moon that I managed it, and would just like to thank my lovely man Jamie for not only introducing me to the whole NaNoWriMo thing, but also supporting me throughout the month when I was panicking.
|Posted on October 3, 2010 at 4:49 PM||comments (0)|
From the front page of Q&L:
My Princess has a personality like no other, and I completely love her to bits. She is prissy, contrary, set in her ways, fickle, grumpy, clumsy, curious, moody, impatient, intelligent, resourceful, loving, snoozey, needy, playful, dopey, talkative, coquettish, cheeky, friendly, stubborn, eccentric, easily bribed, and a complete diva.
I've always thought it a cliche that pets resemble their owners, but what happens if you switch that cliche and says people resemble their pets?
Let's go through the list of 'Tifa's traits and see if they could be attributed to me too:
Maybe there is something to that old cliche after all...
|Posted on March 11, 2010 at 11:03 PM||comments (0)|
So I've been blogging this evening. I've been doing it mainly out of guilt because I've not blogged for over two weeks. Grumpy Gay Wrestling Fan will be getting a blitz as well in a bit as I've neglected that too.
I also happen to be going away for a long weekend tomorrow which is part of the whole guilt thing as if I hadn't blogged this evening, I then wouldn't be able to blog for 4 more days either.
But writing blogs about the kitty coupled with the fact that I'm going away has made me realise that I'm not going to see 'Tifa for nearly 4 days. This has made me sad.
I am such a ridiculous, sentimental old queen! How can the prospect of not seeing my cat for a few days possibly put a dampner on a holiday that I have been looking forward to for 3 months?!
|Posted on February 23, 2010 at 12:22 PM||comments (0)|
My mate JT is crashing at mine for a week, and as I was struggling into consciousness this morning, he was already leaving for work. I truly am a lucky boy to have a 10 minute walk into work and as such the option to have what most 9 to 5ers would consider to be a lie in every day!
As JT was leaving, he did something that amused me: he said goodbye to ‘Tifa! However, he said goodbye to ‘Tifa in a very different way tot he way I say goodbye to her.
“Bye bye kitty kitty kitty! Love you: my princess; my girl! I’ll miss you, my Little Miss Meow Meow! Kitty kitty kitty! Mwah, mwah, mwah! See you soon, honeybunch! Gimme a cuddle! Ooooooh! Kitty kitty kitty! Bye bye diva: my ‘Tifi. Love you…”
“See ya, cat.”
|Posted on February 12, 2010 at 11:29 PM||comments (0)|
Has it really come to this?
There is a drought where my love life once was. There is literally noone that I want to send a Valentines card. Except possibly Little Miss Meow Meow.
I've walked past the cards in the shops, and cannot think of a man that I like enough to buy one for. I do, however, love my cat more than people that I have bought Valentines for in the past. Does this mean I should buy her a Valentines card? After all, I did buy her a Christmas present.
Am I really thinking about buying my cat a Valentines card? When did I become this much of a spinster?