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Guest Post: Trans Cat - Part 3

Posted on July 22, 2010 at 9:21 PM Comments comments (0)

Welcome to the third and final part of the fabulous Trans Cat guest post by Andrew Whiteoak.

 

Thanks again to Andrew for taking time away from the main plot of his Trans Cat webcomic to do this guest comic for Q&L: I think he's done a great job, and it's been really great to see some artwork on Q&L!

 

Anyway, enough blither! Here it is! Enjoy!

 

M x

 

 

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Guest Post: Trans Cat - Part 2

Posted on June 24, 2010 at 12:26 PM Comments comments (0)

Welcome to part 2 of the Trans Cat guest post by Andrew Whiteoak.


Since the last post, Andrew has decided to make the comic a three parter, not a two parter as we initially thought, so watch this space for the final installment!


I had a bit of a problem with the link to Andrew's website last time, so here it is without any HTML faffery:

https://sites.google.com/site/transcatcomic/



Enjoy!


M x



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Guest Post: Trans Cat

Posted on June 19, 2010 at 12:26 PM Comments comments (2)

I am somewhat excited about the first ever guest post webcomic, indeed, the first time that Q&L have been in a webcomic whatsoever! Huge thanks go out to Andrew from https://sites.google.com/site/transcatcomic/trans-cat-comics" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Trans Cat who has written and drawn a special edition of his own webcomic for Q&L. It's actually part 1 of a two part blogisode - so watch this space for the second half!

 

Trans Cat is one of the few webcomics I read. Webcomics have always been something that I've thought I should investigate more, and while I read some D&D and World of Warcraft webcomics, I've always struggled to find any LGBT webcomics that I've ever enjoyed. Trans Cat bucks this trend and really is just very lovely: it's sensitive, relevent, and actually genuinely compelling. Whenever a new trans Cat is posted; I'm there straight away! Check out the https://sites.google.com/site/transcatcomic/ " target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Trans Cat webcomic, follow Trans Cat on Twitter, and like Trans Cat on Facebook.

 

M x

 

 

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Guest Post: Furries

Posted on June 14, 2010 at 1:25 PM Comments comments (0)

Last year, I made a call for a series of guest posts, and three friends took my gauntlet and wrote three charming entries for me. I like the concept of guest posts for Q&L because it's just nice to see someone else's perspective on the world of kittyness and/ or campery. I thought that it'd be nice to make another call for guests posts, and did so through my Q&L facebook page.


The lovely Amy Ponting is the first to take up the gauntlet this time, and in true Q&L fashion has written a wonderful peice about the toils of dealing with a diva kitty. However, this diva kitty happens to be a boy cat with many other animal sidekicks! I reckon it reads as a 'pilot' for her own blog about her pets!


So thanks go out to Amy, and if anyone else out there would like to write something for Q&L, that'd be great! It needs to ber vaguely related to Q&L matters, but this can be as loosely as you like. Perhaps someone who is a 'dog person'? Or a self-confessed cat hater? Maybe someone who works with cats or other animals? If you're interested, please get in touch, and tell me what you'd like to write.


M x





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Hi, I guess I’d bette rintroduce the small family of fluffys I share the 1 bedroom flat with. We have Twinkle the runty Akita who has no clue what species she is and has various OCD’s. Then you meet Giles the second hand cat, who doesn’t even believe he has been neutered and insists on making sweet cat love to various male friends of mine.

Further down the food chain (according to Giles anyway) we have Loulou the shoulder rat, Poke & Peek the mice and Dozy & Whispa the rescue bunnys & Schndler fish.

 

Now the household is pretty hectic in the mornings with various mouths requiring feeding, and others requiring a change of bedding as well as feeding sometimes.

A typical morning consists of feeding the small furrys and making sure the door to that room is shut firmly as Giles has worked out how to remove lids of tanks and will help himself.

Then we have to deal with the large fat black cat that’s twining around your legs and squeaking for breakfast (that’s Giles). He is a very picky cat, the other morning in protest at his breakfast he bought in a dead baby rat and placed in his food bowl. He actually got take out and put it in his food bowl as if to say I’d rather eat this. He doesn’t meow, he squeaks and it isn’t very masculine.  He also hates Cuts in Jelly with a passion, he will only eat meat in gravy which makes corner shop cat food purchasing awkward as they only stock supermeat (Giles wont even dignify that with a sniff) He also will steal food from your plate while you are eating.

Then we come ontofeeding Twinkle, this dog is very daft, will eat anything and everything andher hobbies comprise of trying to sniff Giles bum, chewing banisters andsleeping in awkward places. She will dance for breakfast, dancing usually consists of frantic paw stepping and facial tics complete with twitching head. Once she has food down there is no path past that dog she will block all and any walkways she can while eating, this is to prevent you from going to work or doing anything important unless you feed her more.

Then it’s the turn ofthe 2 rescue bunnies, cabbage, apple and a carrot are the first bits to go in. Then they have dried food, dried grass and hay. By this time Twinkles finished her breakfast and has decided rabbit pellets look interesting and has to be dissuaded away with various curse words. She will try and climb into the rabbit run if you are not watching despite it being secured.

 

Now I came home from work the other day to find one sheepish looking dog and a very grumpy looking moggy. Twinkle had managed to use her body weight to force the front room baby gate open and steal Giles biscuits. Upon entering the front room was like entering a bombsite, Twinkle had even dared to use Giles bed and chew his teddy.  Poor Giles didn’t know what to do, his beloved food bowl had been violated and his bed too. And to top it off, the kitten downstairs had come visiting thru the catflap and helped herself to his food also. Poor Giles was not happy at all. He proceeded to rip open a box of catnip and spent the next half hour in Hippy Kitty mode, which consists of alternately rubbing himself on everything in sight, then attacking your feet as you walk past. Giles is the only cat I have come across who when faced with heart breaking circumstances’ will proceed to self indulge in vast quantitiesof catnip. He can even open the bags himself and will even shove the rubbish under the sofa. Almost like a guilty after thought of an embarrassing habit.

 

Now Twinkle & Giles have a form of agreement when it comes to getting on. As long as Twinkle doesn’t force her way into Giles front room, Giles will not throw up in Twinkles bed. Twinkle for the most honours the agreement, whereas Giles unable to have a excuse to throw up in Twinkles bed will then throw up in or on my clothes and look totally innocent yet smug when questioned. His sneakiest furball attack was in a pair of trainers which when slid onto feet emitted a gross squelching noise. If you’ve never heard a cat snigger then think of Muttley but with a lower pitch.

 

 


Guest Post: RSCPA Manchester and Salford

Posted on November 30, 2009 at 11:01 AM Comments comments (1)

Welcome to the third Q&L guest post. I'm really pleased about this post because, as an enthusiastic supporter of my local RSPCA branch, I want to be able to do everything that I possibly can to help them out. I can rarely afford to give them actual money, but I can give them my time by doing visits for them, give them spare clothes for their charity shop, and shamelessly plug them on my website!

 

This is a guest post from Susie Hughes from the Manchester and Salford branch of the RSPCA. I've only known Susie for about 9 months (funnily enough since I adopted 'Tifa), but she is a strong and passionate advocate of animal rights and protection which I respect a lot. Susie is the kind of animal lover that I could never be: she doesn't have favourites and is a vegan. I can't imagine a life without bacon butties, and am unashamedly biased in favour of cats.

 

So thanks go out to Susie, and if anyone else would like to write a guest post, please get in touch.

 

Have fun,

 

M x

 

 

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When Mark called our office to ask if we had any house cats he wasn't given much choice. With more and more people living in apartments these days the demand for indoor kitties is really high, so there was only one option and that was 'Tifa.

 

 

Since this encounter, as you will all know, Mark's life has changed unequivocally, and some might even say for the better. Our lives at RSPCA Mcr & Salford have also been enriched as we now have a wonderful supporter and volunteer in Mark whom we dispatch off on a weekly basis to check out potential homes for our cats - a role that Mark was undoubtedly made for.

 

 

However, 'Tifa really is one of the lucky ones as all too commonly this year animals have been discarded like the rubbish and left to fend for themselves. I'll give you some examples - in September I was contacted by our regional press office saying that an animal sanctuary in Liverpool was overrun with abandoned rabbits and were we experiencing the same. I just laughed and said this was the worst year ever for rabbit abandonments - I counted up and 18 out of 22 were as a result of being callously abandoned in boxes, hutches or set loose to fend for themselves. This prompted radio coverage on BBC GMR and reporters coming round to my house to marvel at the number of bunnies bunking down with me (actually, it's more me bunking down with them).

 

 

This last week or so has been gut wrenchingly depressing because of the number of cats we have as a result of abandonment, the fact that Christmas is seeing off potential new homes, and the reality of what it means when we turn animals away. Currently we have 33 kitties, with the capacity in our cattery for just 11. And out of 33 a whopping 30 are as a result of owners abandoning their animals. Many have been found as ill or injured strays, the others left in properties where the occupant has done a runner.

 

 

 

Tabs

 

 

Tabs is just one of these felines. His owner lived in a swanky apartment in town. He was a foreign student that ran up heaps of debt and when he got into trouble he went running back to China, but left poor Tabs behind without any due care or consideration as to what would happen to him.

 

 

Dogs aren't exempt from any of this either. We currently have 4 out of 9 dogs that have befallen the same fate, including Prince, whose owner tied him up outside Asda in Sth Mcr and never returned, and we have Henry and Sasha - 2 of 4 dogs whose owner left them behind when they moved out. Admittedly our dogs have usually come from more neglect and cruelty complaints but it just goes to show that nothing is sacred anymore in these terrible times.

 

 

I could go on and on and on, but I won't cos I'm depressing myself, but just to say that if you adopt an animal from the RSPCA you can be sure they will come neutered, vaccinated and microchipped, which generally means you will save a whole heap of money than doing it yourself. For example, to adopt a cat from us the fee is £50 but in reality it costs our branch an average of £290 per animal to 'rehabilitate' them ready for adoption, the adoption fee doesn't go far but it helps us and has to be better than lining the pockets of a 'business'.

 

 

So, I will leave you with this thought....pets are not a commodity they a family member; just like children they are vulnerable and dependent upon us to have their needs met; they are characterful bundles of joy that enrich our lives beyond measure. Please don't get an animal on a whim, they are there to be treasured, respected and obeyed, not thrown out with the rubbish when you have tired of their ways.

 

 

Susie Hughes

Guest Post: Who Is The Master?

Posted on November 19, 2009 at 12:33 PM Comments comments (1)

Welcome to the second guest post on Q&L. I am chuffed to bits that my friends are prepared to write something for my camp kitty blog. Afterall, Q&L, however much my readers might love it too, is an incredibly indulgent blog by a particularly silly and queeny thirty something who is unhealthily obsessed with his somewhat contrary cat. So I truly am humbled that people want their work to be posted up here despite the blog’s frivolity.

 

This guest post is by my friend Joey Abad. Joey is another chap that I have known for donkey’s years through roleplaying games. If I had to describe Joey in few words, I’d simply say ‘an all round good egg’. His dry Northern humour has me in stitches over the headset on World of Warcraft, and his genuine decency is something I deeply admire. Joey is one of the most honest, down to earth blokes that I have met in my life: I like to think that I call a spade a spade, but Joey would go as far as calling it a s**t shovel.

 

Yes, I did just swear. And yes, I know that this is supposed to be a family friendly blog (hence the asterisks). Joey’s blog, Random Rants –an unashamed ranty blog about the flaws of modern British life, does not share my policy on not using swearwords, and neither does his guest post for Q&L. Please take note this before continuing onto Joey’s post.

 

Have fun,

 

M x

 

 

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It is understandable how so many pet owners are proud of their pets, especially those that keep dogs. Dogs are highly intelligent and can be trained to do many tasks ranging from fetching a ball, sniffing out drugs, guiding the blind to even waking deaf people up in the event of a fire.


 

It is not surprising then that canines are called affectionately mans best friend, my dog on other hand at first glance is a complete and utter little shit head. Gosh, am I not supposed to be an animal lover? I still love him, I love him to bits, but the fact remains that he is a little shit.


 

He will gladly play fetch, and if I have food in my hand he will sit and stay for hours. He knows when it is my 5 year old sons bed time, as soon as it gets to 7:30pm, Bernie my Lakeland Terrier runs up to my son, and begins to bark at him to go up to bed. He is far from stupid.


 

If he wants to go out he will jump up at me, paw my legs and if any of that fails will gently pull on my fingers with his teeth until I get up off my arse. It would be easy for many people who don’t know my dog to think of him as stupid, because he does have a mind of his own and knows what he wants and when he wants it, he is far from obedient unless food is involved.


 

Many people consider themselves to be the masters of their pets without even giving the matter a second thought but as far as I am concerned anybody thinking this should spend an evening alone with their pet without any distractions like TV or music.


 

Watch your pet be it a cat or dog and consider what it is thinking and what it is going to do, you will be amazed at how they can manipulate you into doing what they want. We feed, groom, stroke, walk and play with our pets without even considering that our pets told us to do it by either rubbing themselves against us, barking, meowing and begging etc at us.


 

They are the masters, next time you tell you dog to sit and then pat him on the head ask yourself why he did that, was it to sit down or because he was expecting the pat on the head or the treat?

 

Joey Abad

 


Guest Post: What Makes Us Strong

Posted on November 17, 2009 at 7:57 PM Comments comments (3)

This is the first of what I hope will be a series of successful guest posts. I'd like to thank my friend Steve Tierney for having the bravery to write the first!

 

Steve is a friend that I have known for about 15 years through roleplaying (D&D, etc). He is the County Councillor for the Roman Bank & Peckover Division of North-East Cambridgeshire, and writes what he describes as 'a Fenland blog with a Conservative flourish': Getting The message Out. Whatever your political persuasion (and I'm not going to ever state mine on this blog), Steve's blog is an enjoyable read as said 'flourish' makes it a lot more than 'just a Conservative's blog' which has been recognised by him receiving a number of awards.

 

So I hope you enjoy the first guest post, and if you'd like to write one, get in touch!

 

Have fun,

 

M x

 

 

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One of the wonderful things about humans is that we are able to rise above the animalistic nature of our origins and care about other living things.

 

My dogs Toblerone, Suzy and Bumble do not care about the hedgehogs they regularly find (and tear apart) in the garden. But I'm furious with them and horrified by what they've done, which is pressed brutally home while I am forced to clean up the aftermath of their grisly game.

 

My cat Flash, now long gone, had no pity for the baby sparrow he trapped and batted around the garden, but he made himself scarce when I came rushing along to save the little bird from his heartless ministrations.

 

When a fox gets into a chicken coop and utterly destroys all the birds therein, he does not do it because he is hungry and plans to eat them all, but just because he can and because there is no reason not to. The fox cannot feel empathy for its prey and so it massacres without remorse and with reckless abandon.

 

In truth it is we, the humans, which are the odd man out. Evolution (or God, if you prefer and are so inclined), has equipped us with language, reason, imagination, creativity - and empathy.

 

Those humans who do not possess these traits are the ones which go on to try and exterminate people who they dislike, disagree with or just want out of the way. Men and woman who lack empathy are the monsters who would drag us back to the level of other animals - pursuing only what is best for themselves and without care for other people and living things.

 

Without wanting to get too philosophical, we are the dominant animal on the planet by quite some stretch. Therefore, you might argue that these unusual traits which make us so special and part-and-parcel with why we are so successful.

 

Consequently, when Mark types on Facebook that he needs to "stop being such a queen" because he is upset about his unwell cat, or when he writes with such heartfelt concern about the object of his love and affection I would caution him on being self-critical. Your capacity to care represents a fundamental empathy. It is a great strength, not a weakness.

 

Steve Tierney


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