I just can’t help myself

After the recent loss of Hex, and prior to that both one of my older male guinea pigs and Bramble AKA MEGABUN, I decided that I was fed up of things dying on me (melodramatic, much?) and that was it for pets and me: no more animals.

Considering that at various points I’ve had up to 12 animals at any one time, this would be a massive personal change. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) I just can’t seem to help myself.

I started volunteering with Shropshire Cat Rescue on Tuesday of this week — stage 2 of Get My Arse Into Gear — and having convinced myself that I absolutely must not come home with another cat, I somehow instead agreed to bring home a rabbit.

I couldn’t help myself: when I heard the story of his beginnings, and saw how his selective feeding of a muesli diet was affecting his poos (poos are a huge indicator of state of health in rabbits! see more info) As with many of the animals that end up here, I just feel the need to ‘fix it’. Thank you, empathy.

I pick him up next Tuesday, after my next sesson at the rescue. If you can’t wait til then for proper pictures, here he was yesterday, checking me out:

peanut

Looking forward to having the little floofball home :3

In which my cat makes me go to the gym

I did something yesterday that I’ve been working up to since August last year. I called a local free weights gym to see if they could give me advice, check my form, and generally just introduce me to the gym environment so that I can progress with my lifting (which has unfortunately plateaued again).

My oldest cat Hex — my first ‘baby’, long before I knew I decided I wanted actual babies — passed away in the early hours of Saturday morning, leaving me feeling bereft. I’ve been up and down a lot lately struggling with work and life throwing lemons at me, but this was the final nail in the coffin that pushed me to rock bottom. I did nothing but cry and watch Harry Potter (my favourite ‘self pity’ TV) for about 3 days, before finally giving myself a massive kick up the butt.

This has to be a catalyst for change. I can’t go on full of woe, achieving nothing. I realised (not for the first time) that I have to start making the changes I promised myself last year when I went back to working for myself. I KNOW I need to get out of the house and do something that doesn’t include staring at a screen all day. If I don’t, I’m only letting myself down.

And so… like I said, I rang the gym. And the guy invited me down for an intro session, which I went to this morning. We went over my standard lifts: the squats, deadlifts and overhead press which I do at home. Then he introduced me to lat pulldowns, and other back/shoulder exercises to help me reach my goal of doing a pull-up. I was thrilled to discover that my squat was immediately stronger when not having to overhead press the bar first! I was complimented on my depth, too. ;)

It wasn’t a sausage-fest den of huge dudes groaning over their dumbbell curls, although apparently it’s generally quiet first thing. And, even better, I didn’t feel hugely out of place or self-concious like I thought I would.

It’s not that working out at home isn’t doing the job any more; I still use youtube for perfecting lift form, NerdFitness and the Stronglifts 5×5 for workout inspiration, Maxinutrition has some great advice on how to build muscle (their pro-fat approach is right up my street, I eat everything spread with butter or mayonnaise). Working out in my undies with my barbell (don’t do that at the gym) still kicks my ass, helps me maintain my weight and makes me feel like a badass superhero, but I’m limited by my lack of equipment and — especially recently — lack of space.

I don’t know if adding the gym to my already busy timetable is The Answer, but it sure as hell is a positive step forwards.

Furry Friday: Stuff on my Cat

What’s this, a post that’s not about babies or breastfeeding? Who’d have thought it.

furry friday

Furry Friday: Cuddles

How better to bring myself back into regular blogging than with pictures of the furry boys? Apologies for the quality, these are taken in shit light (again):

cuddly cats

tunnel fudgey

And if you like Furry Fridays, you may be interested in my next project. I’ll not be starting it for a couple of months though, so you can wait until then for details.

Furry Friday: Sleepy Kitties

The cats have had an adventurous week. Indeed, Hex nearly gave me a heart attack. Karl and I returned from work yesterday, opened the back door as usual, only to be tripped up by Fudge while Hex made a dive for it. It was a set up, I’m sure of it. Karl had to make a run for it down the garden, in the dark, chasing a black cat. Easier said than done. Thankfully he was ‘rescued’ half way down the path and peace was restored.

Fudge got up to mischief earlier on in the week, rendering a half-used toilet roll in to shreds. Never have I had a cat that is so fascinated with toilet tissue before. Of course, it’s only one of his weird habits (he likes eating burnt oven chips, too).

Anyway, picture time! Apologies for the terrible quality; I had little light, and I’m not entirely sure how the whole tweaking contrast/colours/etc bit works in GIMP yet:

sleepy boys

As you can probably tell, they were less than impressed about being poked for a picture. They’re not keen on the cold nights at all, and spend all of their free time (i.e. whenever they’re not eating) under the radiator.

Furry Friday: Wet n Wild

I was at work today, so haven’t had chance to take any pictures of the boys, so figured I’d post this old favourite instead; back when Karl and I lived at the flat, Hex loved the bathroom sink.

wet and wild

The odd thing is, he doesn’t really pay any attention to any of the sinks here at the house.