My Feline Friends.

 

Anyone who knows me, knows I adore cats. Whether it is a Lion or a Cheetah; domestic moggy or pedigree; long haired or short - I  love them all! And it is a good job, as I have three. See, me and my sister do this thing, we bring animals home without asking but I cannot help myself! My first cat I brought home from work and as for Lyra and Binky, well they have just been after work surprises for my boyfriend haha!

 

My feline of choice is the tabby. Striped like a tiger but luckily a lot more friendly! I have three tiny tigers. Let me tell you a little about them.

 

Hunter is the oldest of my three and the only male. Head like a boulder, heart like a marshmallow - his tummy is heading that way too! For a cat, at around a stone in weight, he looks tough and a bit of a brute but he is nothing but a big softy! His favourite friend is my boyfriend much to my annoyance - they seem to have a bit of a bromance. Hunter is my 'Italian' cat after I adopted him from an Italian family. This has always given me amusement due to his favourite food being pizza and cold tomato soup. It has to be Heinz!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lyra or Beans as she is more commonly known around the house, is the middle child. 1 year old and the most anti-social yet most lively of the bunch. Through no fault of her own, she is shy but once you have earned her trust, she is very affectionate. She is also a very clever cat as she fetches like a dog. Yeah, like a dog! You throw, she chases and brings back for another go.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And finally, the newest ball of fluff to join the gang is Binky Beau. Oh, my heart just melts! She is truly adorable (they all are). Currently 8 weeks old and very fluffy. She is full of fun and really sociable. It is her first full day in her new home but she has settled in so well. It is a shame Hunter and Lyra aren't so keen on her because all she wants to do is play but in time, they will come round. Binky has already established her presence by sleeping in my bed but I really do not mind waking up to her wee furry face. She is just too cute.

 

 

 

 

Whether you are a cat lover or hater, most people have a pet or a companion at home and can appreciate what an integral part of the family they are. I adore my little kitties and my house would not feel like a home without them.

 

LOVE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



The Cat and the Bags.

 

If you want to know how to model and make the most of the lightening, you don't need a Tyra Banks, Next Top Model education, you need to take notes from this guy! In fact, he is so well suited to the fashion world, when I told my sister I bought Hunter wellies, she thought I'd bought wellingtons for my cat!!

 

This is Hunter. Admittedly for those who know me, they expected 'The Dainty Hunter' to be about this little guy. Now, in all honesty, as cute as the little blight seems, he is named rather aptly! Hunter is the inspiration for the title of this blog, but why you may ask? Well, I shall explain..

 

 

I adopted Hunter from an Italian family I used to work with and maybe that is where his passion for fashion emerged, after all the Italians are famous for their love of all things designer. It might also have had something to do with how I used to carry him around in a bag as a kitten. See, Hunter loves bags! If there is a bag and he can get in it - he will!

So, whilst adorning his brown glitter collar this is what he gets up too..

 

Not the greatest of poses yet a classic example of Hunter getting snug in one of my Topshop bags, whilst lying next to a Fiorelli. He daintily slinks his way in and curls his way round, positioning himself perfectly within the body of the bag. Once, I thought I'd lost him, after calling on him for hours with no sight of him. Where was he? Hauled up in my Calvin Klein taking a casual cat nap!

 

Hunter has serious trend awareness only sleeping in the latest fashionable item. Only the best will do, although I occasionally find him like this ..

 

 

..adopting the security and safety of a plastic bag as if it were the womb!

The recreation of the womb - that is how at home Hunter is around a bag and this is where me and him connect so well.

 

I understand his love and adoration for a good tote, satchel or clutch. If I buy one and Hunter lies on it or sleeps on it, I know it was a great buy! Although.. he is partial to a snooze on the boyfriend's laptop carrier?

 

Hunter has been a great fashion companion over the last couple of years. He has opened my eyes and now I truly understand why the runway is called a Catwalk!

 

So concludes the story of the Cat and the Bags.

The furry little creature will no doubt continue his love affair with fashion.

 

I think we tired him out.

 

 

 

please be aware that this blog is heavily laden with sarcasm and is merely a comical post. I do not truly believe my cat is fashion forward. Although wouldn't that be a BGT hit!

Also, Hunter was not harmed in the taking of these pictures and willing got into the bags! I swear.