The 3rd & 4th; I just love living up to stereotypes.
The 3rd of September. It feels ever so strange to come downstairs in a morning and not to have to feed any kittens. Got a new guy coming tomorrow afternoon though - his name is Rufus and he needs socialising so more persistent petting is going to be required.
I read the weekend Guardian, skipping the Nick Clegg interview because I knew it would make me too sad/angry, and I only remembered I actually needed to write up a blog post after lunch. Thankfully, I had time to do it because there was no cinema trip today; the only film I wanted to see was Morgan, but Daddy was not a fan of that idea so that was off. I am not that bothered; I'll read the plot on Wikipedia.
So, instead of going out (admittedly in the pissing rain), Mommy and I have baked. A batch of brownies from the Gü cook book, and some vanilla biscuits using the recipe from the Biscuiteers book, the icing of which I will do tomorrow. Whether I go the whole hog of doing the lining and flooding business, I do not yet know. They're all cat shaped because I just love living up to stereotypes.
The 4th of September.
I have had a very productive day. I can tell because my back hurts a lot.
This morning was not so much, just washing my hair and Sunday Brunch. Mommy had bought some kippers so I ate those for breakfast and burnt my fingers getting the plate out of the microwave. Just before lunch, we made some royal icing for the biscuits we made yesterday. We dyed some of it orange, turning our hands red in the process (milk once again coming to the rescue as a stain-remover), and I piped the outlines of all the biscuits.
We let them set while we ate, then I went back to flood them all with more orange while I listened to the new Frank Ocean album. That took a while to set, so I left it again and did some crocheting. Jen came to pick up the kitten paperwork and drop off some homing blankets, then I went back to add details while I watched the repeat of Bake Off. First I used just white to do the feet of the whole cats and cheeks of the cat faces, then I had to make some black. The closest I could get was a very dark grey, then I had a palaver with putting it into a squeezy bottle which hurt my hands, so then it got decanted into a piping bag, and I did all their faces. They are so CUTE! I am thrilled with how they've turned out. How they managed to do them on Great British Bake Off within the time limit, I have no idea, because it's taken me about five hours just doing the icing, nevermind the baking.
Rufus is now coming tomorrow as Shaki is still out trapping, which actually is most convenient, as we still haven't eaten our tea. I am pooped.