Monday 23 November 2009

Kitterty kat catt prat tap purrrr rar rar meow lady girl me? huh? yeh!

Have I ever mentioned that I like cats? 
Well I do.
I'd maybe go as far to say that I'd very much like to be a cat.
I meow and squeak, have a tendency to scratch and bite, enjoy chasing butterflies around the garden, love my independence, I'm a giant wuss, I don't do as I'm told, I'm quite nocturnal, I like naps after my dinner and I'm kinda fond of having my belly rubbed.


Here's my kitty kat.

I've decided.
I want a cat mask. 
I have a rubber catwoman one, it's a little fetish but yet quite Enid Ghost World -esque. 
But no, no, no, it simply won't do.
I want a more cute one.
Any of these please:

So yeh, I like and want them all. Typical me.
The pink is awesomely cute, the gold/blue and black/silver half face masks are terrifically ELECTRIC!
And the white cat full face mask, golly I'll be a proper kitty with that!
But I'd be happy if I received any one of them. 
I can imagine the excitement. I'd whizz it on sooo fast and then I'd dress up and prance about and be a real live kitty kat.
Basically be like this;








Images from trendhunter.com



Images from flickr.com

I WANT this cat t-shirt so bad!

Image from flickr.com


PLEASE mommy, can I have it?


This past week has been a major emotional roller-coaster in Clarebear land. You know when you think that everything has gone wrong and that its the end of the world, well I kinda had one of those situations. But thanks to some amazing friends for making me smile and a wardrobe door for knocking some sense into me, I'm feeling that maybe life isn't so bad. When something shitty happens it can really drag you down but the impact of kindness can illuminate your whole attitude. 


You may be thinking, what the hell has this got to do with cats?
Well, I've decided I'm gonna be the crazy old cat lady. 
That is, if life pretending to be a real live cat isn't as satisfying as one expects.
Big decision, I know. 
But I'm quite content with being the barmy ole cat biddy.
And you may be thinking why in hell would I want to be some nutter with loads of cats and having the aroma of wee about me. Well, someone has to be right? And why not me.
It might not be so bad. 
I could turn this crazy cat lady into a cool and sexy new craze, if these fashion editorials have anything to go by.
These gals look pretty damn swishy. A little crazed but still glam. They don't look like they pong of cat pee that's for sure.
Yes, yes, I know they're just fashion editorials, and not real life. But in the land of Clarebear; unicorns and faeries roam the land, so pretty much anything is possible! 
(Just play along for my sake)







Photographer Miles Aldridge

Mario Testino "Sex" editorial.


(OK, that mousey thing Claudia's wearing is kinda freaky and would totally wig me out if I saw it with my eyeballs. But how amazing does she look?!)




But you never know do you. Knowing my luck I'll turn out like that crazy cat lady from The Simpsons. 


So yehh, that crazy lady might just be me in the future, throwing cats at you and talking jibber jabber.
But hey, least I might have the prospect of having an action figure made of me! Cool huh?


I've rambled farrrrr tooooooooooo much now.


Bed.



Sleep.


Plan.



Yes.