Happy Birthday Glorious Kitty

Here she is... Kitty, my niece. She's bloomin' gorgeous and sweet and happy and beautiful. And her baby wrist bracelets are some of the best I've seen. And when she sees you, she will wave with two hands, clap and smile.

This first birthday cake smash was such a joy. Just to sit quietly with my camera and let Kitty lead the way. It's how child photoshoots' should be. Natural, innocent, unexpected...

She approached her cake, and gave it a delicate little prod. She tasted it - we think she liked it - but she preferred her apple! And Ba Ba Bee. (Baby, her Bunny).

Happy first year, gorgeous girl. xxx 

Little Love.

What a wonderful sight. A mother to be, with her precious cargo safely wrapped under winter warmers, and her man by her side.

This was my first venture out with my camera since we welcomed our second baby, Arabella. Who is now four months.

I've chosen a handful of images to show from the maternity session - I did two locations - the woods and home. 

It was awesome to do this again. And I remembered how much I love it. I hope I get to do many more. 


 

Spring Kitten

There's something about Spring that makes me think of kittens. Anyone who knows me knows how much I adore cats. Nearly all my birthday cards were of cats this year! I'm still working on my husband to get a second cat... I'm hoping he'll surprise me one day.  And driving across the countryside... I still lookout for abandoned baskets of kittens... Yes. I really do. 

If you have a fluffball kitten and you want some forever photos to remember how small and precious they were... then please get in touch. I'm currently running a Spring spesh for any pet photography bookings made before June. So email me for more info! 

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Mouse

I thought I'd officially introduce our cat. She's a good, funny sort, is Mouse. She doesn't say much. And her expression rarely changes. When she's awake she's wide eyed and bushy tailed, and when she's asleep she makes you want to cosy up to her. Her fur is super soft, but it's thick and fluffy - and she hardly malts! 

We got her as a six week old kitten out in 'whoop whoop', as they say in Australia - which means in the middle of nowhere, out in the bush. She was in a litter of six kittens, and was the only one left... we soon discovered why... 

She was a ridiculous and insane kitten, to the point of my husband and I actually feeling like we'd made a mistake in getting her. She used to just run wild, up the curtains, up anything she could pin her tiny claws in. With her tail always perfectly upright.  

She made what we called a devil growl - a sort of growly gargle as she'd hurtle around. And she's never really meowed. Maybe a squeak here and there, but it's very rare to hear an actual meow. 

We nicked named her Colin Feral as a kitten. She was really rather horrid! But as soon as she was allowed to go outside, she got much better.

We lived in Perth with her for three and a bit years, and then made the decision to bring her home with us to Bristol. We did consider rehoming her, but as I'd worked with cat rescue organisations, I knew there were far too many cats needing homes, and I just didn't want to abandon her. 

So... a long flight and a two hour car ride, a three month stint in a flat we didn't let her out of because we were going to move again. And now she is superbly content and happy.

We bought a little house at the end of a quiet culdesac, with a towering wood as our back garden for her to explore, climb trees, and come blackberry picking with us. She follows us down the path every time we go. Dogs or not. 

She's an Aussie through and through. She's hardy and very, very casual. And if she could, she'd wear a flannel shirt, with a beer in one paw and a steak in the other.

She's a good, funny sort, is Mouse.