Fucking Update!



Jesus, these updates are becoming yearly. This is the last in the kitten journal trilogy, the next one will probably be about the grandkids. And my degenerative osteoarthritis, and how they don't make stairlifts like they used to. Thora Hird never knew she was born.

Well, first things first. Frosty postumously made it onto StuffOnMyCat.com. Woot! Take a note of the bittersweet title, the prophetic bastards.



Bless. Still, things have to go on, and we agreed to get Pudge a replacement playmate. Boy, did we fuck up. The gorgeous, playful and relentlessly cute Frosty has been replaced a kitten from the deepest bowels of hell, a scratchy, bitey, nightmare kitten. Meet Vegas.



















Deep down, she is a cutey, the problem is that she's all claws, and doesn't have an 'off' setting. My arms, legs and neck look like they've survived an explosion in a glass factory. You never know when you're going to be attacked - it's a bit like Inspector Clouseau living with Kato. Except Kato didn't claw his way up Clouseau's whole body starting with digging his claws into Clouseau's bollocks. Or something. Either way, life in this house is a lot more painful. Especially for Pudge too - she has had a terrible eye infection which culminated in her eye being removed last week! Gah! She's been swanning round the house in a scratch collar trying not to get attacked. Fat chance. I'll edit a pic in here at some point. Lets face it, I have all year.

edit #1: Here she is...



Um, what else? Oh, I have a new tattoo. A complimentary piece to Spinky's foot tattoos. Done by Marko at Bloody Blue Tattoo in Prague.



And I'm definitely off to Coachella. And on monday, I'm getting a full forearm tattoo from Hannah Aitchison. And then I have abject poverty to look forward to. Awesome.

edit #2: I got that forearm piece. The bunny is from a painting by Luke Chueh, which you may recognise as my old profile pic on here. Hannah has done a terrific job, no?

Fucking Update!



Jesus, these updates are becoming yearly. This is the last in the kitten journal trilogy, the next one will probably be about the grandkids. And my degenerative osteoarthritis, and how they don't make stairlifts like they used to. Thora Hird never knew she was born.

Well, first things first. Frosty postumously made it onto StuffOnMyCat.com. Woot! Take a note of the bittersweet title, the prophetic bastards.



Bless. Still, things have to go on, and we agreed to get Pudge a replacement playmate. Boy, did we fuck up. The gorgeous, playful and relentlessly cute Frosty has been replaced a kitten from the deepest bowels of hell, a scratchy, bitey, nightmare kitten. Meet Vegas.



















Deep down, she is a cutey, the problem is that she's all claws, and doesn't have an 'off' setting. My arms, legs and neck look like they've survived an explosion in a glass factory. You never know when you're going to be attacked - it's a bit like Inspector Clouseau living with Kato. Except Kato didn't claw his way up Clouseau's whole body starting with digging his claws into Clouseau's bollocks. Or something. Either way, life in this house is a lot more painful. Especially for Pudge too - she has had a terrible eye infection which culminated in her eye being removed last week! Gah! She's been swanning round the house in a scratch collar trying not to get attacked. Fat chance. I'll edit a pic in here at some point. Lets face it, I have all year.

edit #1: Here she is...



Um, what else? Oh, I have a new tattoo. A complimentary piece to Spinky's foot tattoos. Done by Marko at Bloody Blue Tattoo in Prague.



And I'm definitely off to Coachella. And on monday, I'm getting a full forearm tattoo from Hannah Aitchison. And then I have abject poverty to look forward to. Awesome.

edit #2: I got that forearm piece. The bunny is from a painting by Luke Chueh, which you may recognise as my old profile pic on here. Hannah has done a terrific job, no?