My photos can be divided into broadly three categories: Minx, Food and Other. Given that Minx spends 85% of her time asleep, I am not sure exactly why I have ended up with so many pictures of her. But then she is very beautiful.
I have a soft spot for this one because it was actually saved from the Cat Protection League's website - this was the shot they used in her bio and, so, the first picture that I ever saw of her. She looks so scared and sad here, doesn't she? Very different from the contented, purring bundle of fur that is curled up next to me as I write.
There is a sub category of Other which could best be described as "Shots of D where he is trying to pretend that he is not being photographed". I like these (and note the edge of a thumb creeping in to the top left hand corner of the shot).
But the number of food pictures - ridiculous. Particularly since some of them, I no longer remember what or where they are. Here we have a very pretty, but entirely random, cup of something with something else on the side.
Sometimes it must have been home cooked dishes that I intended to blog but failed in doing so. I can only assume that is why I have a picture of what I think is baked eggs and toast:
And another of sea bass (?) with parsnips (?) and garlic (?). This was one of D's and I'll bet he never wrote the recipe down so it will never be recreated exactly. And what is the beige mush next to the roasted garlic cloves? I seem to recall that this was a delicious plate of food and I'm now intrigued.
Sometimes it's restaurants that, again, I meant to write about but didn't. These are from our first trip to Homage to Fromage but they're no good for a review now because I haven't got a scooby what the dish on the left is:
Or what any of these cheeses are:
Although for all that, if you are in or around Leeds and like cheese then it comes highly recommended. You have to really like cheese though - the menu does not cater for the lactose intolerant.
So it's been a pleasant (if slightly random) trip down memory lane, going through all of these and the lessons we take from it are - er, make notes, write up blog posts when you say you're going to do so and never serve up beige mush. The other lesson is take photography lessons. It is slightly disappointing to realise that my photography skills have remained so consistently terrible throughout the years. Perhaps if I ever win the lottery, I can employ the very talented Lesley to take photos for me full time?
Anyway, I'm now off to delete all said random food pictures. A cull. A purge, if you will. Which, clearly, will leave me with plenty of memory space for more adorable cat shots...