The Award for the Person-Most-Likely-to-Turn-Out-as-a-Crazy-Cat-Lady!

Hello Internet! Well, isn't this blogging thing a funny business! So thrilling. So utterly fantastic. And yet, absolutely terrifying when trying to come up for an award for yourself, let me assure you!

My name is Maryellen, and I am 16 years old. I share this blog with my bestest friend Chantelle, and I think that we are all going to get to know each other quite well. Of course, it is natural that I want to make a good first impression, so, needless to say, I have spent quite a lot of time thinking of the perfect award for myself.

Now, there is something that you must know about me. I am a self confessed, utterly obsessed, sometimes distressed but always well dressed CRAZY CAT LADY! So, ladies and gentleman, without further adieu, it is my great pleasure to present the award for the person-most-likely-to-turn-out-as-a-crazy-cat-lady, to MYSELF! Yay!

Now, I know what you are thinking:

"But, aren't crazy cat ladies supposed to be, like, 80 or something? Not to mention totally loopy, with no friends, and completely round the bend?"

AHA! You see, I have decided that if I continue with my antics, the word 'crazy cat lady' will be redefined by the whole world within the decade. It is my ultimate goal in life. So, watch out world! Here comes Maryellen... the crazy cat lady at age 16! Its a new record! Horrah! Horrah! (insert cheering and other hysterical nonsense here).

You think I am exaggerating? Really? I shall convince you yet of my worthiness of this award! Last night (at around 12am on the 5 May, 2013), my cat, 'Kitty-Girl', or 'Miss Kitty', as she prefers, gave birth to five beautiful kittens! Of course, I was there by her side for the birth. Wouldn't want to miss it for the world!

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This is kitty girl, 24 hours after the birth, with her babies, fluffy and suckling. This is her second litter! Can you believe it? And she is only two years old :) She is a purebred ragdoll, and an absolutely gorgeous cat! She had four white kittens, and one (oddly) grey one! When the grey one was born, and it  howled and howled and screamed - it was quite an episode!! In fact, when I first heard the noise I thought that the fridge was setting off its alarm. Nope. Never underestimate the lung-power of a two-minute old kitten!

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This is Pussy Boy (you have to say it in a deep, sooky voice, otherwise he doesn't respond haha). He is my favouritest father-cat ever. He is so beautiful (another purebred ragdoll) and when you brush his hair back its grey underneath with brown tips. He is the father of the kittens, and of the previous litter that kitty girl had. We got him when he was two years old, and he has very poor eyesight. He is forever running into things, and running away from scary things (like a scarf, or a plastic bag, or a thump). It makes him look very stupid, but really,  he just needs glasses!

This is a short video of the kittens and Kitty Girl :)

But alas! I am not yet finished with convincing you of how much I deserve this award. I still have one more story to tell, which of course, involves cats! Me and Chantelle (my bestest friend and co-administrator), went to our shared-best friends house for a sleepover. Her suburb has a bunch... no, a mass... no, a plethora of stray-cats wandering about the place. 

And there was one stray cat...

                               And he was so fat...
                                                    LOL JOKES...
                                                                      He was so painfully skinny...

                                                                                                 And he was crying...
                          And when you stroked his black and grey fur he would purr...

                                                                 And he looked so innocent...

                                                                                      And I felt pity for him...

AND SO I SHOVED HIM IN A CARDBOARD BOX AND TOOK HIM HOME WITH ME!!!!!!!!
I took home a stray kitten. On the train. In a cardboard box. ...And the cardboard box moved. And meowed. And I whispered to this cardboard box, all the way home! And people looked at us funny. And our friend was horrified. And Chantelle thought that we would get caught by the police. But no! Oh! City Rail, how you never cease to amaze me at your lack of security measures. It was just wonderful! <3

We called the little black kitten 'Bean' (Mr Bean deep-voice-pronunciation, please). He is much fatter now and much, much happier. Here is a picture.

 A close up of his face. Tongue stuck out.

 This is Kitty Girl and him having a get-to-know-you session (before kitty had her kittens, of course)

So, internet, have I thus convinced you of my absolute mad love for all things feline? I just think that cats are the most gorgeous creatures. They are my favourite animals, and...

THIS VIDEO BASICALLY SUMS UP MY LIFE, AMONG A BUNCH OF OTHER HOBBIES AND ASPIRATIONS. So, thankyou very much for reading my blabbering on... and goodnight :) *bows, and accepts award*