If you follow me on Instagram – or any of my social media accounts – you will probably have seen my cats, Belle and Nala, in all their adorable/weird glory.
See, I love my cats more than I love most people. That sounds kinda sad when I type it out like that, but I’m just being honest. They’re cute, quirky, and they make my life whole.
I thought it would be fun to properly introduce them on the blog, since they do tend to feature in a lot of my photos and posts and I often get questions like ‘omg wait you have two cats?’ and ‘what are their names?!’.
Meet Belle and Nala
Belle is the first cat I’ve ever had, and my Dad bought her for me when I was sixteen. She was the size of my hand, and I could walk around the house with her on my shoulder. Belle is a mild tempered cat with a slight (okay, major) attitude if she doesn’t get her way. When she was a kitten I taught her rough play, which is still her favourite kind, and she loves to play hide and seek with me. Belle would sacrifice her right paw for a bowl of tuna, and she sleeps in bed with us most nights. She also has a habit of putting her life at risk, and I’m not really sure how many out of her original nine she has left. She’s fallen off two story balconies, rolled around in the middle of the road, balcony hopped and hid under our neighbours bed, and just recently, ate a plastic spider-shaped table scatter (in the photos below) and is now having to go to the vet because her stomach is swollen and sore. My connection with Belle is much different to my connection with Nala, and I think that’s because although Belle likes to act as if she’s independent and a sole kitty, she’s a Mummy’s girl at heart. As soon as I walk in the door she’s a bowl full of love, and in the early hours of the morning we snuggle together no matter what. Her nicknames include Bella, Belly, Smell, Smella and Smelly Belle. She actually smells divine, so I’m not really sure where three of those names came from.
Nala is everything I didn’t know my life needed. She’s such a needy cat. She loves attention, but she works very hard to pretend that she doesn’t. She’s also the biggest goofball, and Harry and I often laugh endlessly at her silly quirks. I adopted Nala from the RSPCA here in Noosa when she was just 10 months old, and it’s one of the things that made the Sunshine Coast feel like home to us. I will say that our Nala had a pretty rough time before she came to us, and as such still harbors some issues in regards to humans, but on the whole I would say she’s content with being patted and cuddled and kissed. Her meows sound more like cries, which she lets out at the oddest of times, and she loves to nibble on your arm if you’re sitting by her. Nala loves biscuits, absolutely loves them, and is also beyond partial to chicken. We once caught her on the counter licking the chicken that I had only just pulled out of the oven and sat on the bench to rest. Nala has also used up a few of her lives, I’m sure, and has fallen off the balcony and face planted down our stairs multiple times. Her nicknames include Nana, Banana Bear, Naya, Naly and Laly. She also smells incredible, and has so many different aspects to her fur that at times I sit in wonder at the many textures, colours and lengths. She also boot scoots on our bed sometimes (the worst!) and makes biscuits wherever she goes.
So there you have it. Your first proper introduction to my cats! I would love for you all to tell me about your pets in the comments below – that would make my day!