Soooo, I'm back! Perhaps not as back as I used to be, but back enough to pop in and have a catch up every now and again. For those who already know me, hi! For those who don't, I'm a Persian and Himalayan breeder, but a really bad one. Why? Cuz I'm too soft. My mum calls me the worst breeder in the world because I'm so soft, but I love it. I currently live with white Persian Zippy, and red/flame point (depends which side of the pond you're on) Himalayan Tango. Tango is a prime example of my being too soft. A now almost 7-year-old neutered boy, he was imported from Italy to be my stud. I got the grand total of 0 kittens out of him, fell in love, and couldn't even think about rehoming him. So he stayed, and has acted as nursemaid to more than a few kittens in his time. He's a lovely boy, very gentle and sweet, a real lap fungus who loves a snuggle, and a massive sized lump. Zippy is an almost 4-year-old (I think) Persian princess, and boy does she know it. I'm convinced she masks tortie due to her attitude disability, but she's a sweet girl and I love her dearly. She loves my fiancae insanely, tolerates Tango, and uses me for love when OH isn't around. She churps, chats, screams, howls, fights, loves, plays and sleeps hard, and is the absolute spit of her mum in terms of personality. She can be a challenge, but I wouldn't have her any other way. Dom is an almost 32-year-old small boy that I also call mine. He asked me to marry him January last year, and I foolishly said yes. He's a lovely, quirky, nutty professor style character who's a designer and engineer, so we live in a house of constant new inventions and madcap ideas. I love it! Zippy is his one true love, and I play a close second which is fine by me. After all, you'd have to be hard hearted to get in the way of a good romance! For those who do know me, my surgery is still something I'm recovering from. Fusion wasn't 100% successful as you know, and the risk of new surgery still hangs over me. I managed to find a new job, so am now an office based physio which makes me very, very sad, but I just can't be hands on with patients until my back can cope with it. We managed to buy a new house which OH has ruthlessly rennovated, removing pretty much all but the 4 walls that hold up the roof, to enable me to move around in a wheelchair in one big space if I need more surgery. We now have plaster on the walls and electric sockets, yay! He's putting in a kitchen next week, and then we'll be moving shortly afterwards. I'm currently trying to reduce my medication which is not a fun time, but just one of the many challenges this surgery has chucked at me. I can now walk a few miles, but still only have so many spoons, and pay dearly if I have a busy day. However, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now, and am determined to conquer every single challenge! It's lovely to have been reading about all the cats this morning, and all of you. Really glad to see that lots of you are still around! Hopefully my returning doesn't fill you with too much horror! Anyway, that's all from me for now. Hi to you all!