Cats: outplacement.

If you want a cat I will totally recommend to everyone to take on an outplacement cat.
(I'm not sure that is the right word in english..?)

If you are like me, interested in a special breed and maybe color, you can still find a grown up breeders cat that needs a new home by many different reasons. Sometimes a breeder get a cat back from a previous owner since it didn't match the other cat at home (or the sofa), perhaps the owner is moving and can't keep the little one. Often there are very normal reasons for the cat moving.

Most breeders cats here in Sweden only have a few litters, then they will retire and often these cats can have trouble fitting in with the more aggressive fertile girls as a castrate and would love to have a new, bit calmer retirement home - maybe yours?
If you go for a siamese - go for two! They love company (most cats do) and you will get a much happier cat - well - cats!

Some of Porsches babies from the last litter. They are sooooo cute!

The things I see positively with taking on an adult cat is you already know the temper of the cat.
Kittens can be SO crazy!
And for us, having 3 kids as well, we don't have the time to dicipline another baby AND an adult cat can tell the kids when enough is enough!
Miu! There - you lost an arm, kiddo!

We have always had the best of luck with our outplacement cats.
They have all grown to be so adored by us.
For example; Princen when he arrived HATED being tickled on his cute belly and always was like a fox trap around your arm as soon as you tried to touch him there.

We trained him for a week with shoving him over, layed our hand on his belly and waited for the fox trap to close. Aouu!! It was such pain!!
But we kept the hand still, said "No", and waited for him to release his grip and then gave him re-inforcement by saying "Good" and then let go of his cutie belly.
One week later he was so happy to have his mushi-mushi belly tickled. We could even bury our face in it without risking the head coming off...
Since then he turns belly side up as soon as you come near him. Isn't that just too sweet <3

I am a real sucker for siamese cats, any color, but seal point got that special something for me.
Their temeperament is lovely, they are very attentive to you, wants to be with you all the time, are funny, happy and crazy, many likes to play apport, they are kind and almost baby like in the way the love you.
They are maintanence free (and for Cat Shows you just have to comb their fur for a week, clean their ears, nose and eyes and then you are ready to win!).

A Foreign White (white siamese, always hearing). This is Albert. Picture borrowed from breeder La Voix.

For you who lives in Sweden and also wanna check out the princes and princesses of the cat world, go to a cat show, speak with the breeders, let them know who you are and get a feeling for the breed.
If you are interested in having a cat for cat shows, take help from a pro on how your breeds standard is.
Both Signhild, Porsche and even Princen (he competed in the domestic cat league) won in their class (well, Princen came on 2'd place, but that was a proud moment still!).

Here are some pages where you can find outplacement cats from serious people:
Siames i Fokus: Omplacering
This girl, Honeybun, is one outplacement cat, and she's got good genes for Cat Shows I can tell.
(don't know if she's still up for adoption though)

Siames och Orientalgruppen

Siameslinjen

Katter.nu

Hold someones hand, this story is so scary!!!

Sorry, no can do

I'm attending an 18'th Century Masquerade Ball at Kalmar castle this evening.

And since I've been sick and had surgery to my bellybutton I've been of no use for a while.
Well, use and use, I was still able to look gorgeaous so people had something fab to look at as I left and collected the baby BatBrat's from school and daycare.
But that was as far as my use reached. The rest of the days I've just been laying in the sofa eating de lux chocolate, but still looking gorgeaous of course...

We were going as Amor and Psyche last time. Not that much effort..

Oh, I guessed i strayed a bit in my self admire here, where was I going with this?
Now I'm on the track again!
I was supposed to tell you that I only yesterday evening started with the masquerade costume.
Since it's supposed to be a "real" 18'th Century Ball and this years theme is The Seasons I have had like zero time to plan for a fab costume, so no winning for me this year, but I will still look cute I think. I'll aim for the cute price this year <3 Unfortunately there will be no real price in that cathegory...

Last year we didn't win, but we still ended up on a BIG picture of the front page of the local newspaper, and our pictures have been used in this years campain as well.
So in my ego mind I decided we won after all! Like the real winners of this years Eurovision Song contest was acctually Jedward, even if they didn't get the no 1 price (video won't start until after 0.50 min). You know how I mean?

My lovely sister, the fun loving, killer looks: Iva Insane, have a new Friday Special in my inbox - but I have NO time to put it up here just yet. I'm so sorry!!!  :(
Please give me a nice spanking if you see me, I sooo deserve it.
I'll do it as soon as possible.

But what I will do is have my cell phone with me tonight so I will update my Facebook with pictures this evening.
Kiss!

Friday Special: Iva Insane

Ingela

In March this year I got an email from a couple who had a sphynx- cat who they sadly needed to found a new home for.

I had looked after a cute, little, naked beauty for a while, and I got so happy when I finally found one (or.. they found me). I was determined that I didn't wanted a tortie or calico-coloured sphynx female, as one of my clients who work as a vet had told me they could be very special types of cats.

A sphynx-cat can have a lot of different skin colors

The day I went home to Ingelas (Who had a different name at that time) owner, and found out that it was a calico-female she had I just thought "oh nnnoooeees"
Ingela was a very charming, 2 years old little princess, so after seeing her (and given the calico-cat a chance) it just felt totally right to bring her to my place. I was in love <3
Ingelas owner thought I would be a perfect mum for the sweet little female-sphynx, so after two weeks I went back to them and brought the cute cat home to my place.

Since that evening I never sleep alone in my bed at night, reading magazines or sit at the computer without a cat cuddling my face. The fact is that It's really hard to take a shower alone or do the make up in the mornings and not have a cat at my shoulder, wounder what's going on?!

Sphynx-cats are real attention-whores and love to be with you all the time :)

Ingela like to visit new places, chewing at drinking straws, sit in the window and look at the birds outside, travel with me, cuddle with fleece-blankets and hiding at the most uncommon places. As she don't have any fur she love to sleep at spots that keep her naked little body warm. Her new favourite place are in a box full of panties! Don't ask me how she find out how to take off the flap of the box, but I guess that cats are very intelligent creatures :)

You need to bath a sphynx quite often because their skin get oily very fast. I need to force Ingela to the shower just about every fortnight, but it's different from cat to cat. Sadly she hate to take a bath, and I feel like I'm the evil mother of doom when it comes to that part.

Me and Ingela at a catshow this summer

If you want to get a sphynx cat, be sure you read a lot of the breed before you buy one. It's like having a five year old kid at your side 24/7 (Mom, what are you doing in there? Can we play now? Mommy, mommy, mommy!!?? Look at meeee!)
I'm not a big fan of kids, but I love Ingela anyway :)
And of course, you never get bored with a sphynx in your home.

Upper class cat?!

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Adora here!

I agree with my sister, Ingela is just sooo pretty, but I can tell you she makes more chitchat than ALL of my kids together! And I have 3 of those!

We do love our cats, me too is a cat lady. I've always had cats in my home since I was a baby BatBrat.

(Well ,I do like most animals, but cats just have a very special place in my heart).

Right now I have 2 cats; Prince Vinyl and Porsche.

"Princen" was a gift from me to my husband when he turned 30, since we just lost one of our other cat-babies.

He was a 10 months old outplacement cat and his mum was a siamese and his dad was a birman. He turned out beautiful, lovely tempered and so, so soft fur to snuggle.

Picture of Armani, borrowed from Iphofes Birman and Idun S*Saddharma Pamina from Siames i Focus. This is NOT Prince Vinyl's real parents.

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Our other cat is the full breed International Champion seal point siamese Porsche (EC S*Bergbackens Manga Poseidon).

He too was an outplacement cat from the lovely breeder Inga-Lill at Marilljos as his fatherhood days was over ;)

I got my loooovely seal point Signhild (Marilljos Jennifer Lopez) from her to and when I called her to let her know Signhild had to be put to sleep because of her long time renal failure she told me one of her most famous breeder cat, Porsche was about to become a castrat in 2 weeks and said he might like to get a new home at yours if you'd like to have him?

Would I?! I just couldn't believe my ears!!! Porsche!! <3

I knew ALL about him and was SO happy to be offered this super siamese.

Marilljos are known for their super typed and gorgeaous seal point siamese cats.

When we went to bring Signhild home a few years back (oh, how I miss her), we met Porsche, who was just about ½-1 year old at the moment - and I have been in love with him since then!

To be offered him helped a lot after the sadness of loosing my princess Signhild. He and Signhild were friends as well.

Signhild, and Porsche as a baby. Two of my favorite cats <3

Thank you ever so much Inga-Lill to trust me with your precious babies!

Porsche was 4 years old when he moved in last November. And although he's not been with the family even a year I feel like I've always known him.

We are all so in love with this high legged, sweet tempered and cuddly kitten. Mummy loves!

I had him at a cat show and he won Best In Show!

Porsche won Best In Show!

Or as Synthia said "-Mummy, even if I love Porsche so much I wanna squeeze him to death, I won't do it."

Hahaha, I sure hope not!

London 2011 - The trip, Day 1, part I

Me and Jenni crawled out of our coffins while it was still dark outside.
We tippitoed around eachother to get the best mirror view to be able to put on our vampire protect-make up.

Oh, perhaps you didn't know? That it is the make up that enables me to be out in the daylight without melting? Consider yourseft enlighten.

Left with some drama: Where's the fucking key?! Where's the passport?!
All that drama was made by my wonderful sister. I always keep my head cool (yeah, keep telling yourself that Queen of all Dramas).
10 points - we nailed the first tram we were supposed to!

Arrived at the Central Station where we had to wait for the airport bus.

Nooo stress. Nice and easy.

So unusual for me. I'm always doing things the last minute, and my dear, smart sister likes to be well in time. For me I'm pleased with just arriving 20 sec. before trains/busses leaves. It's a matter of being on time, not how far in time you are ;)

When we arrived at the airport it was time to collect the MONEY!!! Oh, how I love money.

I love it so much you will get 3 pictures of me with the MONEY!

Time to go through the Security check.

As usual we both know we better remove as much on us as possible, always the shoes as well...but still we beeps..and this day was no exclusion.

Both me and Jenni got a nice rub of our complete bodys (I totally recommend the Security check massage), and then they used the mobile beeper on us.

And where did I beep? In my hair and....my belly button! This was before the surgery so perhaps I had some junk in there?

Jenni beeped in her hair as well - and in her butt!! We have no idea why, but it was a nice moment :)

Jenni's getting a hair massage by the Security check at the airport.

We recommend!

And off into the air where we both fell asleep since it was such a loooooong trip to London (1 hour and 40 minutes). When we arrived we had the best of luck, then some fun snob moments.

But all that will follow in London 2011 - The trip, Day 1, part II.

Spotted on etsy.com - Whore/Slut/Bitch tea cups

I saw a picture of some lovely tea cups that would look fab in my house.

Just saw a picture, no link or name.
But after some serious googling I think I found the origin, an etsy designer named Trixie Delicious.
She's got a whole bunch of funny little mugs and plates with things written on them.

So, the idea might not be new, I used an old blue and white plate and wrote "bajs" on it in artclass at school (bajs=poop) when I was 12. I used it for brown cookies.
It was fun because with the cookies on noone could see the word, but once the cookies were gone...
It's dead since many years, but this awoke my interest again and I will make my own set of something similar again.

Bring out your porcelain colors and go to second hand shops and create your own set of china!
Or just buy from Trixie Delicious!

I will make something goth like: dead, killed, strangled, stabbed, murdered, poisoned or something like that.
Goth, dark, bat, ghostly, deadly, asylum, mental hospital, vampire, spiderweb and other good goth-words might come in handy! Wanna create now!
No, no, I need to go to sleep.

And tomorrow morning I will make something (else, not with porselain colors) special for someone I love <3 Think it will look fab!
Can't wait to finish it so I can give it away!

Halloween 2011: Broken glass cupcakes by Sarah Kelley

I've always used real broken glass to decorate my scary cupcakes.
I must confess, the guests have been complaining and my white linen table cloths have been washed a lot.

Sarah Kelley's lovely dangerous Broken Glass Cupcakes

So when I got sent this recepie for fake glass by Sarah Kelley  I said "-Ahaaa, so that was what I was supposed to do?"
Made me feel a bit stupid actually...

Sarah Kelly was nice enough to share her skills with me and the readers.
So, with no further ado - here's her fake broken glass recipe:

Bloody Broken Glass Cupcakes

Cupcakes-pick your favorite cupcake recipe and bake them.
Adora's cupcake recipe. 

Broken Glass/Sugar Glass
• 2 cups water
• 1 cup light corn syrup

• 3 1/2 cups white sugar

• 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar
Directions:Mix 2 cups water, 1 cup corn syrup, white sugar, and cream of tartar
in a large saucepan; bring to a boil.
Use a candy thermometer and boil sugar syrup until temperature reaches 300 degrees F, or 149 degrees C
(hard ball), stirring constantly. The mixture will thicken as water evaporates. When sugar reaches 300 (or 149) degrees, quickly pour onto a large metal baking pan. Cool until completely hardened. Break into "shards" using a meat mallet.

Blood:-all i used for the blood was a few drops of red food dye onto the
tips of the sugar shards to make it run down. You can also put a few
drops of food dye into light corn syrup with a sprinkle of water as
well.

Thank you so very much Sarah Kelley!
What a sweet contribution <3

Other versions of the Broken Glass Cupcake.

But I still think Sarah Kelley's looks the best!

Goth home slippers

A nice reader tipped me about this goth web shop: GoodGoth.com
And see what a nice pair of home china flats/slippers they had!
I would never go out in such flat shoes, but to wear at home they would be sooooo sweet.
Batty feet! Some glitter and a bow on top and they will be so Adora!



Modelling Freyagushi

The second Freyagushi picture is done!
It looks so special <3
The photographer Izaskun Gonzalez made the surroundings and me look like something from a movie. And the sweet cage dress and matching hairbow designed by Freyagushi was so nice wearing. I loved it! The shirt and cuffs was also her pretty design.
I think it looks so sweet!
I'm so proud finally modelling for Freyagushi, I have admired her work for years.
Wihhooo for me!

Modelling Freyagushi couture

Freyagushi's etsy

Freyagushi's Facebook

Freyagushi's homepage

Photographer Izaskun Gonzalez

Todays outfit

I've been out for the first time since Thursday, when I had my surgery done.
I put on my faux fur coat I bought in London, put on some new diva shades and spangle tights and went out.
I felt so UCG (Upper Class Goth)!

So what if the coat costed like $57 and the diva glasses were on sale for $7!
UCG isn't supposed to cost a fortune, just to look like it did ;)
Then you can put up a BIG mo-ha-haaa, just like I did.

London 2011 - The trip to Gothenburg.

Last Tuesday I had a train ticket to Gothenburg, to stay at my sisters until Wednesday morning when we're about to leave for London.

Monday I asked my travel planner at what time the train left the next day, and he said 16.26.
Next day I had all of my packing in a big pile in my bed when the cute husband got home feeling sick and disturbed my already messy brain. NOOOO! It's not fair!
As time went on I'd figured it was time to double check the exact time. The clock was now 15.43. And - Ohh noo! It left at 15.32!
I missed the train!

16.26 was when it left from the next change station. Gahhh...
My husband said; if you leave within 2 minutes you can make it by car to the next change station.
Now I know I should not trust anyone who's sick...

I shoveled everything into my bag and took a run for it (I might have tossed one of the kids in as well)...and still missed the train with 3 minutes...
Fortunately there was a first class seat on the next train (sounds UCG, but it was cheaper than 2'nd class), leaving within an hour. I figured I could drive the car half way back to my hometown and get the train there so my parents in law didn't have to go so far to collect it the next day.
I had an hour, and the trip itself would take me about 35 minutes. No sweat!
Well, that is, if you are not me...

First off I couldn't find my way out of that godforsaken town, and ended up at the same place 3 times before getting it right! Now I was down to 45 minutes...
And I also had to fill the tank before leaving the car.
The tank light went on. And just in time I arrived to the right town and I found a petrol vendor! 10 minutes left.
I have not refueled a car for at least 6 years, and that time I got help.

Did I mention I used to be blonde?

I tried to think about how my husband usually does this kind of things and I remembered what side of the car I had the gas cap so I placed the car on the right side.
I called my father in law just to make sure what kind of petrol to give Miss Brown (my SAAB's name). Opened the gas cap from inside the car.
I walked out with a big coinfidence!

But then everything went downhill. I really wish there would be a camera following me around sometimes because I feel like my life is filled with total blonde moments...

I carefully watched the old man in front of me and as it was my turn, I followed the written instructions (pretending as I didn't read them) and put in my husbands card. I thought I was on a roll!
Bling! Message on the screen: "You are not authorized to do this. Remove card." I use this card all the time, I'm authorized!
Tried it once more. Same shit!
Old man starts looking at me. I had to ask if I was using the right machine. Evidentially I was.
Hmm, so, okay, perhaps I'm supposed to put the petrol tube-thingy into the hole before it works?
Put the thingy into the hole then back to the machine. Same shit.

I had to put myself through the embarassment of going into the petrol station. Even more embarassing was there was a sweet young, bit alternative girl, working there, and she had a friend there as well. Oh my, the laughter that would follow!
"-Hi, I'm so sorry, but I need some help to fill my car with petrol, I'm not sure how to do it?".
"-Sure!", the nice girl said and followed me out.
"-First you need to remove the petrol tube handle from your car and put it back where it belongs."
"-Heh...yeah...I was just trying out something new..."
I put in "my" card and inserted the digits. Again that evil machine gave me the same answer!
"-Ahhh", the sweet girl said, "now I remember, another guy had the same problem earlier today, there is something with the connection to the bank that failes".
"-So, it's not ME!!!?" I was doing line dancing inside my brain. I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid!!!
I tried with my own card - AND it worked!
The girl went inside, and I could feel her and her friend following my every move. Shape up, Adora!

Choose the right petrol, put in the petrol thingy and squeezed the handle. Petrol 98 went were it should. I felt like I should get a diploma or something!
100 SEK and stop. Put back the petrol thingy to the machine and got back to the car.
Then I started thinking (always a bad idea if you are me). How did the machine know I just filled the car for 100 SEK since I put in and then removed the card before filling the tank? Perhaps there was like a limit, like you always need to fill for 300 SEK, and I didn't know that and would leave without filling what's mine?
I had to get back to the store.
I can swear they had a hard time not to burst into laughter.
 I asked my stupid question and she said the card knew how much I filled, and if I wanted a receipt I just had to put in my card again and press the receipt button.
"-Oh!" so I did. Asked where the train station was (5 minutes left) and it was just nextdoor to the petrol station.
Jumped in to the car like a jolly sailor just getting his first tattoo.
I figured I was being watched so I leaned forward and gave the girls a wave goodbye. They waved back.
Drove like 2 meters when I remembered I forgot to close the gas cap.
I thought I would die of embarassment!
Stopped once more, ran around the car and closed the damn thing.
Got back into the car, gave the girls thumbs up and drowe away. Finally!!!!

But, no, noo, there was still some more embarassment ahead. Sigh.

Drove around the curve, and there to the left was the station.
On the way in there was a woman on her way out from the station, totally blocking my way in since she was on the wrong side of the road. I gave her a sign to drive out in front of me since sha had such a stupid position, and she signed me back I should go first - so I did.
But just as I drove around her I saw a big sign that said it was forbidden entrance that way.
Oh, so that's what she tried to tell me!
I had to do a turn around her, let her drive first and then go in the right way. I couldn't help but to LOL.
Worst thing about having green hair is that the lady will forever remember this.

Parked, hoisted out the 15 kilo bag, went to the platform with 2 minutes to go.
Train arrived just in time. Got on and looked forward to the 3½ hour ride to Gothenburg.
There was no more trouble this day.

On the train I had time to work on a poster me and my friend L wanted to make for a competition. There was no internet on board so I had to settle with what I got in my computer. We only had bits and pieces of the idea, so I had to do as good as I could. 3 hours later I was done, and it's not as good as we had hoped for, but considering the amount of time we had to make it, I think it works. At least we have something for the competition even if we won't win. Keep fingers crossed for us :)

Arrived at Gothenburg train station and my bubbly, übercute sister Iva Insane was there to greet me! How I missed her! Huggies all around <3

As we started to walk out from the station, one man with a big rolling bag came from the left in high speed, and from right there was another man also dragging a bag, also in high speed.

You see what's coming, right?!

3 meters in front of us there was a big KABOOOOM! It was horrible to watch!

Often people have collided when looking at me and my sister. But this was like something out of a comedy!

They crashed into eachother in such high speed their arms just flew forward and they almost bounced off eachother in the opposite direction!

We couldn't help but laughing, and I actually went up to them and apologized, saing it was obvious our fault.
Where's that camera man when you need him?!

Got back to my sisters place. As usual told the ghosts and spirits to get the fuck out of there since I don't welcome them (read about the damn ghost here) and then repacked everything to see what I missed. Nothing but shower gel. Sweet.
Hit the sack at 00.30.
No ghosts disturbed my dreams this time.

..and this reminds me I should continue last years London tales. Wow, I'm amazed of how fast my brain seems to work!