This is ultimately my dream.

I wake up in this bed, when a ginger cat jumps up to bid me good morning:

A cup of tea (with 2 sugars) sits by my bed, freshly brewed and left for 10 minutes to stand.

I roll over and peer out the window with wooden shutters to see this view:

That's about as far as I've got. Basically, I don't plan on ever getting out of bed.

Desperately making pizza

Today marked a moment of great magnitude and will forever have a place in my heart as the time I fought adversity.

After 6 attempts, £18 and 6 months, I finally managed to microwave a pizza -

That's me. That's my tasty pizza. And that's my face of success.

Next step - pasta.

Hello, lovelies

Ooh, it's the first blog, how exciting!

Welcome to my happy blog, where you will shortly be able to find nonsensical talk and momentous rambles about cats. ('Find' being the operative word there; I'm sure 'ignore' is far more appropriate)

I like to write. I like to sleep too, although I find writing is perhaps a more productive use of my time.

This is my idea of heaven:

(Multiple ginger cats, not their backsides.)

The title of my blog - 'Emily' - is, unsurprisingly, my name. It's supposed to be a parody of BBC's 'Miranda', not an egotistical declaration of love!