Once upon a time...


In a land far far away, there lived a king and a queen and their four beautiful children... Unfortunately they were way too boring to write about, so you're all stuck with the Dimmock's instead!

We're a bit of a fractured fairytale.I can't promise to update every day...I'm a bit slack like that (shhh), but I'll do my best to keep it up.

And they all lived happily ever after...well that's the plan at least :oP

Friday, September 24, 2010

Look what I've got...

Ain't he purty??

For many many months (the last 10 years even), Steff has been very firm on the Ragdoll issue. It's pretty much the only thing he's said "no" about and stuck to well...ever really (he has a bit of a problem with the "n" word when it comes to me. Can't put them together in the same sentence. After he reads this, he's going to tell me no just to prove a point, but he knows what I say is true :oP)

Anywho, back to the story...I have wanted a Ragdoll kitten for probably 15ish years. Everytime we walk into a pet store and see them he drags me back out. No amount of pouting, whining and foot stamping has worked (don't laugh...this is a tried and true method lol). He always says something about spending $500 on an animal that can't really be contained or something...I don't know. I'm usually too busy sticking my nose in the air and "hmmph"-ing to take any notice at that point.

Then a few weeks ago, I got a phone call from a good friend (Hey Carla! xx). She'd adopted a 6 mth old purebred ragdoll kitty, and there were some issues between him and her Burmese, Binky. So she offered him to me. Because she loves me! So I begged and pleaded and got the long suffering "Whatever, I don't care" response - which really means "Yes, you can have it, but if anyone asks I'm going to tell them I said NO and you did it anyway". And that's good enough for me :oP

So that's how I became the crazy cat lady. He's a spoiled prima donna who only eats home cooked fresh steamed chicken breast, warm of course, 3 times a day. He thinks he's a sheepdog. He herds me into the kitchen when he's hungry by biting me on the heels. Anyone stupid enough to get between the microwave when his chicken is warming up and the spot on the floor where his bowl goes will get taken out...ask Saxon. He had his toes bitten today for daring to stand between Dexter and his food.

I have also hoovered the floor more in the last month than I have in the last 5 yrs, have had cat hair in my mouth constantly since he's been here, and have swept up enough hair to make at least 5 more cats from scratch.

But I don't care, because isn't he pretty??? :oP

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A little about us...ok, mostly me...

Hey there! I'm guessing that most people who drop by to visit us here already know who we are, but just in case...

My name's Nikki. I'm mum to 4 (yeah, 4...can you believe it? No, me either *shudder*) kids, aged from 16 down to 4. My husband, Steff, is originally from the UK - I stole him away from the cold and the damp to live in Central Queensland, where he must endure almost endless sunshine and blue skies. Somehow he manages ;o)

I started this blog as a way to keep family in England up to date with our comings and goings. And it lets me show off how cute the kids are getting!

A little about me...I'm a professional photographer, I'm obsessive about Buffy the Vampire Slayer, love Harry Potter, Sookie Stackhouse (only book Sookie, not True Blood Sookie. It's an important distinction!), (the 10th) Doctor Who, cupcakes, and Spuffy fanfic (although not necessarily in that order). I'm also an extreme perfectionist with a love of the creative and original, who has a very low tolerance for stupidity. If you ask my husband, he'll tell you I'm a huge snob - I'm really not. I just think I'm better than everyone else :oP (That's a joke, ok? Pretty much).

Oh, and please leave a comment to tell me how fabulous you think I am...it makes me write faster and more often ;o) No really...that part wasn't a joke...

xox