Life at the start was not complex.

For some reason I decided it was a good idea to start writing a blog on a day when I am frankly as sick as a dog and feel approximately as rough as the aforementioned animal's bollocks. Why this seemed like a good idea I have no fucking clue at all, but hey, here I am, living proof that one does not have to be a man to have man-flu.

As this is my first blog experience I do feel like I should do more than complain about being ill, like perhaps introduce myself. So, here I am:

Hello! I am Kitten. I am 27 years and one month old and live in a City, in England, somewhere in the North. I am a rather socially-inept feline living in a House, with a Man, and two other Men, and some weird fungus-like life-forms. The Men have names. The Fungus does not. 

I like to make things: I crochet, paint, make jewellery, write poetry (rarely) and prose (equally so) and make clothes, costumes and other bits and bats. I also like taking photographs, which no doubt I will make the world suffer.

I like purple, tattoos, reading things, alphabetising stuff, organising things into little pots and watching films. And a bunch of other stuff too, most of which is more of an adult nature. But that's all just stuff. Oh, and zombies. Zombies are awesome.

I don't like being messed around, jelly, soap operas, littering and people with bad manners. All of the above things are wrong. Particularly jelly - uggh. 

So one day this might be something worth reading: today, it's mostly something worth waffling at myself about while my brain fizzles in it's own little bath of chemicals and toxins. And now I am going to have a nap.