I like cats. A lot.

Hi. My name is Katy. And I take too many pictures of my cat.

Because I like cats.

I really like cats.

Especially my cat. He is all kinds of fun. Even if he spends a lot of time sneaking into my bed.

I simply can't get enough of his little face. That head tilt when something catches his attention and his ears prick up like it must be important.  He spends a lot of his time on the stairs, racing up and down till he tires himself out and needs a break. That's until he catches something, that's not really there, moving.

We spend a lot of time together curling up under the duvet and blanket. Considering its just the two of us, it means there's plenty of room in the bed for us plus a family of four (OK maybe two more at a push) however Runkle always wants to be sitting right next to me. Actually right on top of me. Basically on my face.

Mornings are a struggle to get out of bed as it is, so it doesn't help when it's three minutes after my last alarm, that he decides he wants to get under the duvet and snuggle. Why do they do that as though they KNOW that you're leaving for the day?! It's so difficult to get up when I'd rather squidge next to him.

I love watching Runkle pad on his throw, and the cushions, and the bedding, oh and sometimes my arm and face. It's a sign of contentment, and that makes me feel content knowing he enjoys it here. And look at that little curled up ball of fluff with his big droopy belly and those ears flopped down. TOO cute.

Playtime tends to be around bedtime. Or 4am. Because I mean, when else is the best time to throw the noisy chicken and the catnipped fish onto the bed and fight it like he's saving the world?! Sometimes I'll head to bed and find Mr chicken or even the aubergine under the covers, or maybe find his moose lurking in the bath tub...

There is nothing quite like coming home and being greeted by his little face sitting on the telephone table waiting so patiently. That look in his eye, as though I am his world, and he cannot wait to spend the evening with me, and how he fusses around my leg showing me that he has my trust.

When all along, I know he just wants some food.

And maybe someone to throw his toys down the stairs for him.

But secretly, I think he does think I'm his world. And that he likes my company.

And yes, I am officially a cat lady.