Will i become a crazy cat lady

Tonight as i was feeding my cat Marzi cat food off a fork as she lay across my shoulders my mum said to me "You really are going to grow up to be a crazy cat lady" Now my boyfriend Tom has been telling me this for years but since my mum said it i thought maybe it's true!!!
Will this

Become this

Will i end up living in a huge house filled with cats? And will I throw cats at anyone who dares come near me? Will my half my waking hours be dedicated to knitting little jumpers, bonnets and booties for my hundreds of cats? And the other half dedicated to trying to put them on the cats?

Does the fact that I talk to my cats or that I made wear Santa hats on Christmas or that I allow them to sleep in the dead center of my bed cos they look cute or that I let them walk all over my stuff make me a crazy cat lady in training???

Please help me solve this dilemma by sending your vote to jesta_23@hotmail.com
The results will be posted in a week or so.

Update

The van is coming along quite nicely and all that is required for it to run again is;
1 fit the exhaust manufold gasket
2 Fit spark plugs
3 Fit rocker cover
4 Fit timing covers
5 Fit the crank shaft pulleys
6 replace the belts
7 replace the fan
8 conect air hose to the carby
9 charge the battery
10 Fill with oil, coolant and stuff
11 clean off the greasy hand prints
12 start it and hope like hell it runs!!!

Vans make me angry

I have added vans to my list of things that makes me mad. Sure they are fun to drive and have heaps of space but working on them is a bitch. The people who designed them decided to give you no room to work and place the bolts such that it is nearly impossible to get a spanner or ratchet onto them. Anything that you want to do is impaired by some part which you have to remove first. (at least it's not an Odyssey where you have to remove the wind screen wiper arms to adjust the tappets!!!) Now i know that replacing the head wasn't going to be easy but if i had have been working on my car it would have been done by now.
The funny part was that me and my dad managed to snap a metal punch whilst trying to remove the crank shaft timing sprocket.
on a different note i think the word sprocket is funny it sounds like slang for spoof rocket!!!
I must go now as i have to try and fit a right-hand counter balance timing belt to the stupid van.

Here is a picture of a van that a jazzed up a bit!


Vans = Stupid

Me, My Cat and A Bird

This is Me and My Cat Marzi (short for Marzipan) As you can see she is very cute but there is another side to her, a mouse catching, bird hunting, back legs of grasshoppers eating side.
I returned home after being out somewhere I don't know where but that isn't relevant so anyway I went inside and was immediately perplexed by a cracking noise, I investigated and found my darling cat in a cupboard, sitting on a photo album eating a freaking pigeon!! She is not a big cat so the fact that she can bring down a pigeon and stuff it through the cat flap is fairly impressive but still annoying. She now wears a stylish blue collar with bells!!!
Now all you cat haters are probably saying "that's why you shouldn't own cats cos they eat birds" But consider this I live near a lot of reserve thingys and we generally get snakes at our house in summer but since the cats have been eating all the mice we have seen no snakes. i therefore have a theory......By A. Elk [miss] All brontosauruses are thin at one end; much, much thicker in the middle and then thin again at the far end. That is the theory that I have and which is mine and what it is, too. (sorry got a bit carried away there back to the cats)

The number of snakes is directly proportional to the number of mice which is inversely proportion to the number of cats!

It's another Blog!!!!!

That's right people I got jealous of just reading blogs so i have decided to make one!
I don't really know what it is going to be about but I'm sure it will include such stories as; The goo from my car; I nearly electrocuded myself; My cat ate a bird in the cupboard and many many more.