A year ago yesterday my fluffy baby was just a kick in her mummys tummy and today is her first birthday!

Last year I wanted (needed) an animal, something to take the edge off the emptiness of the house. It was meant to be our family home, I should have been moving in with my newborn daughter and my fiancé, but I moved in on my own a week after Effy-Maes due date. I chose what I was after carefully, a cat because they’re independent and don’t need walking, and then I researched breeds. Ragdoll cats are BEAUTIFUL, are known to be cuddly, loyal cats that act more like dogs, and are happy to be house cats, which was important as I live near a busy road.

I got her at just 7 weeks old, we travelled from Norfolk to London to get her, being unable to find her colouring anywhere closer. I knew she was the one as she sat by the door waiting for us to take her home with us.

I had already named her before we got her, Luna, after the character in Harry Potter (my favourite book). It suits her perfectly.

Since then she has seen me through so much, furnishing an empty house,

a trying pregnancy, during which I was bedridden with sickness for a couple of months,

the breakdown of my relationship and the introduction of Jackson into our lives.

She has been my constant companion and at times my fluffy handkerchief.

I can’t believe she’s a year old already! She is growing up so fast. I have probably been neglecting her a bit in the last few weeks with a newborn in the house, but she has spent every night cuddled up close.

I think this year would have been a lot harder without her around, and I will be spoiling her today to say thank you!

Lunas first birthday cake – yes it is real cake – no she isn’t allowed to eat it, she got a lick of the icing but there’s no way I’d be cleaning up her poos if she actually had some cake!!