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From the new YouTube redesign, to the launch of Google+ and Facebook Timelines, 2011 was a pretty awesome year in the world of social media. Let’s cast our minds back and have a look at some of those key moments with this fab little infographic courtesy of Bluepost digital.

So, I ‘ve wanted a kitten for a very, very long time, and at the weekend I finally got one. Yay! I cried…

Be careful what you wish for!

Meet Moomin…

Today I am working from home, this isn’t really a matter of choice, but more a combination of sleep deprivation and a fear of what would happen to my house in my absence.

One of the nice things about cats is that they instinctively deposit their waste into neat little litter trays or kindly bury it in the ground where we never have to see, smell or think about it again. I’ve been reading up on kitten behavior recently and apparently this is an evolutionary trait that stems back to a time before cats were domesticated, when burying their waste was a way of avoiding detection by larger, more dominant animals and leaving their smelly deposits out in the open was a way of dictating the boundaries of their territory.

When it comes to domesticated cats cohabiting with humans the same rules apply. So when a cat intentionally leaves its poop in a conspicuous location it is essentially saying I iz a bad ass kitteh, and all this is MINE.

So far Moomin’s favourite game has been to find new and increasingly more annoying places to leave little presents like this for me to find, (sorry if this picture offends anyone.)

My kitten was supposed to come litter trained – not true!

Her second favourite game is called Bite Bite Bite, this basically involves charging around the house in attack mode – main target zones fingers, toes and ankles, bonus points if she can draw blood.

The Scratchy game is more directed at the destruction of inanimate objects, this includes but is not limited to rugs, curtains, carpets and sofas.

Finally, I think her secret mission might be to never let me sleep again!

Despite me creating a lovely snuggly bed for her and my continued attempts right through the night to place her back in it, she is determined that the only place she will sleep is in my face.  This, combined with repeated toilet incidents has resulted in me having to go to bed in a sleeping bag on a mattress covered in plastic. Throw in the intermittent whining, midnight psychotic bursts of energy and teeth marks on any bit of skin that dared to move or poke out from beneath the covers. I think my kitty might be a little bit evil…