After years of education and being lost as to what to do with my life, I left school and started a full time job. I used the money I earned to travel Australia and see things I thought id only ever dream of. I saw Roos in the wild, saw Snakes that looked like they should be in horror films, ate the most beautiful and different foods I had ever come across and met some truly amazing people. I spent a day quad-biking across the outback in a small town of Yepoon and ate a fresh pineapple that I had picked my-self. I crashed my quad-bike though. Pretty bad. I spent the final two and half weeks in a wheelchair and at the time I thought my holiday was ruined. But it wasn't. I continued to explore Brisbane and spend time with family just from a different prospective! When I got back I embarked on two months of intense physio therapy and trying to rebuild my life. It was during this time that I found Oggie. The dopiest, hardest, most lovable cat I have ever met. I had never been a cat person, in-fact, I was scared of them. But not him. As stupid as it sounds, he helped me get on with my life and remember what I enjoy and love, which are all things beautiful, clothes, make up, jewelry. Which is weird, because he's a cat- but he loves my wardrobe so i guess its not so strange after all.