Phoebe.

I’m at that age where a lot of people I went to school with are having or already have kids. Scary right? I thought the moving out and the getting a mortgage was a massive step into the big bad world and I’m nowhere near ready for the patter of tiny feet. However I do frequently hear the patter of tiny paws waking me up 2 hours before my alarm…
I, have a little furry baby instead.
img_0451
Phoebe is an 18 week old kitten; a little terror with the key to my heart.

So we have to keep everything a lot tidier now, check rooms before we shut the door and be aware that anything that resembles a piece of string is a piece of string to her: phone chargers, shoelaces, hair … yes, hair.
I wake up a lot because there’s a kitten chewing on my ponytail.

Have a cardboard box?
She’ll sit in it. Sometimes even hide and jump out at you from the box.2015/01/img_0489.jpg2015/01/img_0542.jpg

Need a pen?
Probably with all the others that she’s hidden under the coffee table.

That glass of water?
Hope you don’t mind sharing it.

Trying to wrap some Christmas presents?
She can help!
2015/01/img_0546.jpg

5:00am wake up call?
No problem.

Oh and you can forget having a bath in peace…
2015/01/img_0606.jpg

But then …

2015/01/img_0465.jpg
And it’s all forgotten.

Kids eh?

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Phoebe.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s