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A hot air balloon near Bournemouth beach

A hot air balloon near Bournemouth beach

The past 12 months have been fairly busy for me; I switched flats, got engaged, passed my driving test and started a new job. As well as these milestones, the highlights of the year for me were watching the Winter Olympics in February, visiting Norway in May, and continuing to be inspired by so many things, from window worshipping in Kent, to viewing incredible war art for the centenary, getting creative with my face, and nomadic felines on film.

I’m not sure what 2015 will bring, and I haven’t made any plans so far, but I hope to up my blog posts and go on a few more adventures.

Thank you to everyone who reads my blog. I appreciate the comments and follows so much. Have a great 2015 x


No, my cat is not helping me pick out new curtains, nor am I using her as a paintbrush. Here you will find some interesting items to bring a touch of animal magic to your abode.

-Sanderson Omega Cats Wallpaper, £43 from John Lewis (available in other colour ways)
-Monocle Cheshire Cat Tile by Rory Dobner, £39.50 from Liberty
-Frith Sculpture Willard Cat by Paul Jenkins, £31 from John Lewis
-IBRIDE Irina Cat Tray, £85 from Liberty
-Framed Cat Cushion, £19.50 from M&S
-Journal from the Laurel Burch Fantastic Felines Collection from Paperblanks (various sizes and prices)
-Retro Black Cat Lightswitch Cover, £3.92 from Etsy (available in different sizes)
-Cat Doormat, £10 from Next
-Pyropet Candle, £30, available from Urban Outfitters (visit their website to see how it works!)

A few months ago I shared part of my postcard collection. Over the past six months I have added a few more to my paper hoard. They were found at a couple of museum gift shops and a stationers, and encompass many themes, including cats, the fairground, vintage advertising and sci-fi.

Let me know which one is your favourite and if you know of any creative ideas for their display.

'Black Cat' Japanese matchbox label, collection of Jane McDevitt

‘Black Cat’ Japanese matchbox label, collection of Jane McDevitt

Brasso ad from 1950

Brasso ad from 1950

Scrabble-inspired letter L, purchased from Paperchase

Scrabble-inspired letter L, purchased from Paperchase

Space Dust packaging from the 1980s

Space Dust packaging from the 1980s

Robot design, from Paperchase

Robot design, from Paperchase

Rowlands Rodeo Ark (date unknown)

Rowlands Rodeo Ark (date unknown)

I purchased this last postcard from Dingles Fairground Heritage Centre, which I wrote about here.

Every time I see the trailer for the new Coen brothers film, Inside Llewyn Davis, featuring a folk singer (Oscar Isaac) who travels with his ginger cat, Ulysses, I can’t help but recall a book I recently read called A Street Cat Named Bob, in which the author James Bowen is ‘rescued’ by his travelling feline companion.

Bob is a loyal and resilient tom who turned up on the doorstep of James’ hostel accommodation room. He was underweight and in need of attention, his ginger fur patchy and matted. James, a busker and recovering drug addict, took him in and they became inseparable, with Bob accompanying him everywhere – on foot, on the bus and on James’ shoulder.

It got me to thinking: are ginger cats natural travellers? Do they take more easily to life on the road than other cats?

In the film Harry and Tonto, Harry (Art Carney) is a widower who leaves his New York City apartment after he learns it is to be torn down. Despite his advancing years, he chooses to travel across America with his beloved ginger cat, Tonto, in tow, visiting relatives and old friends.

Then there’s Ellen Ripley’s (Sigourney Weaver) marmalade-coloured moggy, Jones, in Alien, the ultimate travelling cat, who survives against all odds in an outer space alien invasion.

It also got me thinking about the number of famous ginger cats featured on the silver screen, from children’s animation such as the Garfield films, Shrek spin-off Puss in Boots, and The Aristocats (Thomas O’Malley and Toulouse), to the ginger and white cat, Orion, in Men in Black.

In Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Holly Golightly’s (Audrey Hepburn) red tom, who remained nameless – or ‘poor slob without a name’ as she so kindly put it – was played by a cat called Orangey (he was also credited as Rhubarb). He had several film and television appearances in the 50s and 60s, and won awards for his performances.

Of course, it also reminded me of my own ginger fur ball, Moomin, who I wrote about just before Christmas. Moomin doesn’t like to travel more than five feet into the garden, so it’s still just a theory. Perhaps it’s just ginger toms? After all, all of the cats mentioned are male (ginger females are much less common), even the animated ones.

Even in this day and age, the sight of a travelling cat is enough to warrant stares. The cat will invariably attract a lot of attention, mostly positive, with perplexed smiles and attempts at petting. The owner is usually considered to be an eccentric, a bit mysterious even. If Moomin was willing, I’d definitely invite her out for a walk.

Moomin helping with the ironing

Moomin helping with the ironing

Since starting my blog in April 2013, I have written about many subjects, and have enjoyed exploring new topics. I will continue to write about what inspires me, and to discover new passions.

I have selected my favourite five posts since the beginning of Deco Domino, and let’s just say it’s a diverse bunch. Thank you to everyone who reads my blog; I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

A post with bite

The purrfect post?

A very Jolly post

Postcards from New York

A post with a lot upfront

moomin12This is Moomin. She’s six years old.

I first saw her when she was just six weeks, cage fighting with a kitten twice her size. Her three siblings – all jet black – sat quietly in a corner, as their ginger-striped sister rolled around on the floor.

The volunteer from Cats Protection sat her on the desk in front of me, where she promptly hissed and attempted to pilfer adult cat food. She was about the size of my outstretched hand, her bright orange fuzzy fur standing on end.

Her name was Cracker, perhaps because she resembled and behaved like a firework, but I re-christened her with a more fitting moniker: Moomin, an inquisitive and mischievous little creature, who runs amok in a Finnish forest. It seemed the most appropriate name at the time. I also thought it sounded cute, and she is often referred to as Moomoo, or simply Moo (yes, my pet has a pet name).

Moomin’s first foray into our home wasn’t her favourite day – she hid under tables and jumped off the couch whenever we sat down. She was a cautious kitty, but slowly we won her trust. She now hates being left alone and is not keen on outdoor life. Moomin loves to snuggle under our duvets, sapping our body heat and waking us with a gentle tap of her paw to our faces, or a swift lick of our eyelids with her scratchy tongue.

moomin2Six years later, Moomin is still a little firework – noisy and unpredictable, but she is also very affectionate and enjoys being petted. She loves having her fur brushed and licking ice cream lids. Her favourite toys are hair bands and nail files, which she likes to push off tables to play with on the floor.

Christmas is probably her favourite time of year. She clambers to the top of the tree, and bites the tips of the lights, making her entire head glow like a pumpkin. Then she parades around the living room with ribbons trailing from her snaggleteeth, before cramming herself under the radiator and wishing all a good night.