All Poppy wants is his mummy

Oh, this is why i should go back to office to work.

I can't concentrate - and there's too many distractions that keep me from accomplishing my work within the deadline i had set.

That is, i am way behind deadline.

And i still have tons of things lined up to do.

And i am already going to Bangkok tomorrow.

Nevermind, slog overnight and sleep in the plane tomorrow.

Distractions - my cats.

Food.

MSN.

Food.

Daddy meow watching television - i can't think!

Cats.

Cats.

Cats.

And the itchy fingers always want to surf and read blogs.

Or go to my blog.

Which is why i am here now.

Look at this.

Isn't it the cutest? Spot Poppy. Can u see him?

And please don't say i have fat thighs. I know i do. Just don't say it. Zip!

All that pork skin and junk food and fast food = fatness.

But who cares? The camera adds ten pounds!

Pops is really manja these few days. I bathed him yesterday and normally, after bathing, he would be really manja.

He doesn't know how to lick himself dry - so i placed some old clothes onto the bench where i sit and he would sleep on it next to me, sucking in all my body heat.

Of course, today he's all dry already - u should see him yesterday, like a drowned rat, shivering next to me, on the pile of clothes.

Daddy meow took a shot below while i was working. He told me to hold still and not do a 'Sharon Stone'. Cos this picture is on Flickr. His friends' heads will explode if my kaki terkangkang.

More shots of Poppy looking adorable.

Geramnya.

Top view. Wouldn't it be great to bring a furry Pops to work and have him sit like this next to me while i work? When my hands get tired, i would rest it on his body, it's soft like cotton candy.

At least, this is the fun part of being at home, perpectually stuck to my work bench.

I am looking forward to burn my ass fat in Bangkok.

Cat worries....

A sigh of relief.
My bro in law agreed to baby sit the boys when we are away.
Sigh of relief turns to a nagging worry when my mom in law asked "Why don u bring the cats to our house??"
Errr...no way!!!
Put them with Doppy, the evil devil?
Wait, devils are evil, it's redundant to say that.
This shows how EVIL Doppy is.
3 new scratches today, courtesy of Doppy.

I looked at daddy meow in horror.
Cats are terribly territorial.
They do not like to move from one spot to another.
Sounds a lot like me.
When we first moved to this apartment, Meowz had the blues.
First night both fuzzies piled into the bed with us.
They wanted to be near something they knew, admist the unfamiliar surroundings, smells, different nooks and crannies.
I remember daddy meow had said, turn left, got one cat. Turn right, got another cat. Cats everywhere....sleeping, purring...in his face....

I am particulary worried cos they won't know how to take care of my boys in their house.
What happens if Poppy runs out into the garden and onto the street?
He's not street smart, coming straight from his mother's belly to the pet shop and to my house.
He won't know what a car is or the damage it can render.
Splat!

Once, daddy meow stupidly left the front door of our apartment ajar and the tyke ran out!
When he realised it, Poppy was already mid way down the long corridor.
Upon seeing daddy meow running towards him, Pops started to run as well, meowing so loudly that even the deaf can hear.
When he reached the stairs, he jumped thru the railing.
But got caught mid air by daddy meow who managed to grab the fuzzy's back legs JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME.
If not, poor Pops would be in heaven now.
And daddy meow in hell.
Grrrrrrr.....
I think, daddy meow knew how i could chop him up and make soup out of him if he didn't catch Poppy, so he used his super human strength to run and catch up with the naughty.
Think about it - can anyone outrun a small cat?
Nope.
But daddy meow did.

Never trust older people to look after your cat.
Especially the in-laws and my dad.
Once, in Athens, my dad let Meowz outside the garden, despite me telling him for the billionth time not to let the orange one out, especially after his horrible accident.
But stubborn as usual, my dad let him out to the garden.
The orange one jumped across the wall into the neighbour's garden and then the next wall and the next.
Went missing for the whole day until my dad started to panic.
No amount of calling brought Meowz back.
So, the moment daddy meow got home, he told my dear husband to SHUSH!
And the two conspirators when searching for Meowz in the night.
Finally saw the naughty one in the garden of a house down the road.
My dad had to use the ladder to climb into people's garden to grab the orange one and bring him home.
Then only did daddy meow call me and asked me -
1. how was my day, and
2. MeowMeow is fine and still alive
3. Nothing out of the ordinary happened
4. NO, my dad did not let him out

It was only when i came back daddy meow cracked and the whole truth came out.
Bad bad men.

I was whingeing to daddy meow - what IF his mom decides to BRING both boys back to their house despite telling her not to???? I know she can be just as stubborn....

After rolling his eyes for the umpteenth time, he told me to post a BIG BIG signage that says :

My cat rules :
1. Do not bring home the cats to your house
2. Do not bring Doppy into our house (Doppy still has ticks - and ticks love Poppy's marshmallow fur)
3. Do not leave the door ajar

This is terrible. While i may still joke a bit about it, i am petrified at the thought of leaving my cats in the hands of his parents. I didn't mind his brother, but Mr. Dumbass here had to also tell his mom and now, it has become more of his mom's job than his brother's.

I know i can't trust my dad.
He'll probably let Poppy out!

And of course, i can't ask my mom - she will probably faint at the sight of my badly scratched up couch.
Or worse, mop my floor and disinfect everything everyday till i come back.

"Aiya, u don't go la....I go with my girlfriend!"
"FINE BY ME....go la!"

Somebody angry already ready.

Better not come back home with a funny looking orange cat and a weird looking brown mainecoon persian.

These boys are priceless - if lost, daddy meow must find back the same orange cat with white chest with tempang kaki and, brown marble cat with gigi taring senget and a terribly naughty, worried face.

Would i be such a good mummy if i had my own daughter?
Perhaps not.

What to bring to Bangkok?

Packing time.

Actually, no, i shall leave it to Wed to pack.

What should i bring?

Besides myself, that is.

Over the years, i have evolved.

From being this avid adventurer to a hermit.

I hate flying. I hate the airport. I hate the fake smile pasted on the stewardess' face. I hate the open your window, put up your seat instruction that is repeated like a broken record.

Ah, a roomful of clothes but nothing to wear.
It's always the same lament.

I was jesting about packing the other day to daddy meow.

As i would most likely be buying tons of stuff for myself in Bangkok, i should not bring tons of clothes in my luggage.

I should just bring : 1 x bra, 1 x panty, 1 x tank top and 1 x jeans.

Ta da.

Oh, of course my skincare and makeup, or not my face will start flaking like a Jacob's cracker biscuit.

Daddy meow said "U can or not? I dare u....after u cannot find anything there to buy...then u die..."

Hmm....

"How about if i don't wear bra? Save the luggage space..."

Daddy meow thought about it and said "Ok, since it's foreign land....no one's gonna know u..."

HAHAHAH. Yea right. People should not say ok when it's not ok....if i really do that, he will start bellowing....

"Can i pack in Meowz and Pops?"

"Sure, u try and see...."

This is how i imagined it to be. Drug the fuzzies and stuff them inside my luggage. And when it goes thru the scanner, the security would see two mini skeletal frame in the stupidest pose.

"APA NI?"

"Oh, itu.....itu soft toy la"

"Kenapa soft toy ada tulang tulang?"

"Ah, ni soft toy special punya. Macam betul punya haiwan. Special technology..."

U think they will believe me??? U think? Hey, if Kenny Sia could stuff his hamsters into his backpack and it went thru the scanner successfully, why not my boys?

Merry XMas.

Washing the cat toilet

Cats like clean toilets, as much as we humans do.

Both fuzzies do not like to use the toilet when it is filled with poo from the day before.

Hence, it is my job to ensure that the poop gets scooped everyday.

Sometimes i forget.

Or when i am rushing to work, i have no time to scoop, i would ask daddy meow to do it.

He's usually not pleased cos it's my job.

U think pity him, the vomit cleaner - how about me?
Which is more fun - cleaning vomit or scooping poop???

Vomit or poop?

POOP!!!

POOP IS WORSE THAN VOMIT!!

Anyways, due to the rainy days this month, the air's more humid and hence....wet air = damp litter tray.

The usually absorbent litter sand becomes unusually unabsorbent.

And u could never guess how much 2 small animals can pee.

After a while, the litter is all gunky with pee. The sand doesn't clump up and dries off, it just stays moist.

Euww...

Usually i would empty out the sandbox and wash it with Detol every 2 weeks.

But after 1 week only, the litter was just too smelly.

So, i decided to wash it this evening.

The normal signpost when i wash :

Tandas sedang dibasuh. Harap maaf

Idiotically, it is when i start washing their litter tray that the boys want to use their toilet.

Somedays, it's like u see this big gollywog eyes staring at u from outside the bathroom door while u hurriedly scrub and gunk away....

Tension, pressure only....

Big eyes looking with urgency....

Wash faster.....

Sometimes, when i am just scooping poop, Meowz would come up and sit next to me. And wait for me to scoop up everything before going into this tray to do his ablutions.

Sometimes, when it's a bit urgent, he would already have one paw in the tray while i am still scooping.

"Wait Meow, wait...wait!!!"

Two paws in...

"Wait! I am not finished!!!"

Whole body in....

Sigh.

Today's a bit better. Both boys were sleeping comfortably, lulled by the stormy weather.

So i washed without the feeling of being hurried.

After that, i propped their litter tray on the washing trough to air dry whilst i went in to bathe.

An hour later, i came out and Poppy was looking at me one kind.

Oh oh.

I forgot about the litter tray!

Quickly rushed to wipe it dry dry and pour fresh litter sand into it.

Poppy was already at my feet, almost tripping me a few times.

Auw auw auw!!!

Faster mummy, faster....kap liu!!!

When i was holding his tray to lower it onto the bathroom floor, the fuzzy actually stood up like a bear with his paws in that begging mode!

So freaking pitiful!!!

The moment the tray hit the floor, the brown one jumped into it and pissed.....for a very long time.

Daddy meow was laughing.

Lousy mummy.

Now the boys have fresh toilet....till next week.....

Animals are therapeutic

I don't want to go camping on Sunday night!

But i have to.

I have to.

I have to.

I have to.

Feel so tulan.

Sometimes I wish i could be a little bit irresponsible.

At least my contractors don't look like those rough guys in Genting.

And they speak Hokkien.
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My cutie pie.

He loves to sleep on the bed with me.

Light as a cloud. Soft as cotton.

With a little buck teeth. Can u see it?

Poppy's a funny looking cat.

But the more u see him, the more he starts to look very adorable.

Like someone I know.

I was thinking about it this morning, Poppy is a girly name.

But i like it cos I wanted to have call him Pops for short.
All the girls like Pops.

Only my brother likes Meowz more.

That's cos we both have this affinity for orange cats.

Sunshine.

Meowz and Pops on the bed. My mom would be horrified.

Meow was actually sitting facing me when Pops hopped onto the bed, clumsily ambled in front of the orange one's face. Orange one didn't like one bit. I saw Meowz trying to bite Poppy's furry feet as the brown fuzzy brushes by Meowz' face irreverently. I guess they will never be BFF. But somehow, they tolerate each other well. I think despite some animosity and jealousy, they both appreciate each other's presence. Especially when i am not at home. They sure chase each other a lot, playing tag.

Pops eventually sat down on the bed right smack in front of the orange one's face.

Meowz' immediately turned his back to face Pops.

Don't like. He's probably thinking "Niama, i climb onto bed with mommy, this small one also copy. No peace. Show my backside to the spoilt brat"

And Poppy's like "Big brother in bed, I also follow. What big brother do, i also must do"

Youngest child syndrome.

Sometimes if i let only Meowz into the room, the small one would be squeaking in dismay outside the door.

After a while, Pops got up, went up to Meowz' backside and sat down on it, touching the orange one. They look like twins, conjoined to the backside in this photo. How adorable. I don't think Meowz' likes it one bit but Poppy's like la li la li la....i am sitting here with big brother...

Pops' purrs sound like pigeons cooing. It's really very unique.

Poppy is up to naughtiness again

Just as i had said Doppy makes Poppy look like a saint, Poppy went and did something terribly naughty.
Poppy almost burnt down the apartment!!!
Naughty devil!

The first thing Daddy meow said when i came home was "POPPY IS NAUGHTY!"
He had gone home first and went to the kitchen area and felt that it was really warm.
Like hot.
Like the stove was on.
He looked.
And it WAS on.
One of the 4 switches was turned on.
Probably the whole day.

My stove is the flat type that uses electricity.
Imagine the bill that's gonna come later....
Ugh. But that's besides the point.
The naughty one actually jumped up to the stove area, somehow managed to paw at a switch and turn it on.
It takes a bit of strength to turn it on and i wonder how he did it.
It's Pops.
It can't be MeowMeow.
The orange angel would not do that.
(pinsam, pinsam)
No seriously, I have seen Pops pulling, tugging at things with his paw.
Like sometimes, when he wants to drink water.
And felt that the bowl was too far away from him.
So, instead of moving closer to the bowl, he PAWS at the bowl to bring it closer to his mouth.
Naughty!
Sometimes, he paws too roughly, the bowl tips over, water everywhere!
Mommy to clean up!
Pet shop cats. Naughty naughty naughty!!

What's the brown naughty doing now?
Sleeping nearby me, looking terribly naughty but adorable at the same time.
Adorably naughty.
What am i gonna do with Pops?

Doppy is incorrigible

I am upset. Upset because I went to see Doppy last night and came back with scratches on my already ugly hands and 2 small scratches on my left leg.
(feeling sorry for myself)

The minion of evil - Doppy.
She/He (still don't know) is so hyper that she flies and jumps at the same time.
And never start eye contact. I stupidly looked right into her eyes and meowed at her to come to me...the next thing i know, she crouched down low low on the floor, body, head low....spring legs loaded...in an instant combustion of power, she LUNGED across the room, right towards...ME.

I screamed. Throughout the night, u can just hear me screaming.

Very painful, i shit u not.
Cos everytime she lunged at me, she would dig her claws right into my body, leg or hands and bite hard. Ouch. Drew some blood on my hands.
Meowz and Pops are angels, Doppy is the devil.
Sometimes, even when i was just sitting there minding my own business, patting Bobby, the minion of evil would attack me by springing onto my body out of nowhere.

Thank god i was wearing jeans. Cos i wore leggings and daddy meow said "U are wearing this? Is that Doppy proof???" Yes, as always, the brain was right. If i had worn leggings, i would have more scratches then.

Eeee...don't want this type of cat.
While Doppy's bigger and fatter now, I don't see the connection she has with people. It's like when u look into her eyes, u see a black pool of blankness. She doesn't manja anyone. She just treat people as preys. It's weird. I have never seen a cat like that.

Perhaps, after going to cut cut, then she may be more docile.
Let's wait mid Dec and see.....bwahahaha.

Orange is sunshine

Poppy has the cutest pictures on Flickr today.
Can't stand that manja turn turtle, belly up pose.

C'est irresistible!

Geramnya.

Everytime i see that, i just want to scoop him up and squeeze.

He always sleeps like this on the floor under the fan, fur billowing softly.

Poppy hot.

Poppy too much fur.

Poppy looks like those bear rug with the head sticking up.

He always does that belly up pose to taunt us.

Taunt us to rub his belly.

But when we get close, he could make this noise as though saying "No!"

Can see, cannot touch.

What a tease.

(Hmmm...sounds like mummy)

I was a cat in my past life, that's why.

Puurrrr....

Sometimes he lets me rub puas puas.

But not daddy meow.

Daddy meow bad bad.

Always scold scold.

And pinsam to Meowz as well.

So, daddy meow cannot rub rub.

All Poppy wants is his mummy.

Even Bobby.

Everyone loves mummy.

I wanted to post some cute Poppy sleeping with me pics but i can't them on this computer.

I have too many pics here, there, everywhere.

Ah well, too bad.

But looky here...my apartment is crawling with stray cats. Ever since we moved in, the place has become a cat place.

From none to 5 or more.

They keep giving birth.

2 become 4.

Eventually......

4 become 10.

10 become 20.

20 become 50.

Cat explosion!

Oooohhh....mummy very happy when 'eventually' comes.

Pussy cats everywhere.

How did cats come about at my apartment?

It is a dog's territory.

No cats when we moved in.

They must have sensed that Queen Pussy Cat is living here, hence, they followed.

The two orange pussy cat twins in the picture above are always around.

I want!

I love.....ORANGE cats.

They are like furry sunshine.

Makes me happy to see an orange cat.

Let me see...i always have this standing joke with Mr. Dum Dum.

That i want to collect only orange cats.

I know i know, why Poppy then?

That one mistake la. Happened one night when i was probably on sugar high.

Poppy must never know!

I could never love Poppy less now. He grows on me.

My alter ego, the evil one.

Anyway, i said i only wanted orange cats.

Must be tempang. Cos Meowz' is tempang, after his accident, which nearly cost him his back leg.

And must be a stray cat as well.

So i can form an association - ATOC.

Association of Tempang Orange Cats.

If i can't be the president of SPCA, then i can be president of ATOC.

And Meowz will be my vice president.

Poor Pops, outnumbered by colour.

Flickr this and that

I think daddy meow’s gone overboard with his Flickr.
He discovered that he could take photos with his I Phone and upload instantaneously to Flickr.
Trigger happy daddy meow.
No shit – better not take me!
The guy’s now obsessed in taking Meowz and Pops doing anything and everything.
With his new phone.
Seriously, one day i should just hide his phone so that he's not so obssessed with it.
Even Poppy want to pangsai in peace also cannot.
(See picture of Poppy in the kitty litter box in Flickr)
Some idiot would come and take poor Pops’ picture in the kitty litter and then run off laughing.
Hahah..poor cats.
But I must admit, even without flash capability, the photos are of superior quality.
At least he could tidy the background before taking photos.
My mom will see how messy my place is!
So bloody embarrassing.
Somemore it’s his Flickr account so I can’t go in and delete the photos if I wanted to.
He even took pictures of other people’s dogs!
Gawd, what ugly dogs they are.

Poor scared Meowz

Poor Manja MeowMeow.

Festivals are always tough for the old fuzzy as he hates the sound of firecrackers.

And there has been A LOT of firecrackers since yesterday.

I doubt that the fireworks are released by indians celebrating Deepvali.

I think it's more like the ah bengs living nearby.

Stupid people.

CNY is even worse for poor Meowz - non stop fireworks all through the night.

The poor thing would find the darkest corner and squeeze himself into it.

Head low low, body low low.

Normally he would crept slowly into the guest bathroom and lie there quietly.

No amount of coaxing or bribery with cuttlefish strips would get him out.

Last CNY i spent stroking Meowz and closing his ears when there's a loud explosion.

U know, the biggies.

Poor thing.

Cats hear ten times better than humans and even dogs.

So, it is extremely loud for him.

But Pops is utterly fearless.

Poppy Power!!

Super Poppy.

Whilst Meowz looks like this

Oh no, fireworks again!

Poppy looks like this

Fireworks, what fireworks?

Ok, those are old pictures. Now as we speak, Poppy's perched nonchalantly at the window looking out into the dark sky laced with fireworks.

Meowz is in the bathroom, all balled up, quaking in fear.

Poppy's really shaggy nowadays. So much fur, he looks like a carpet sometimes.

I should seriously get my own camera so i can capture these moments.

Without relying on daddy meow's camera. But he will ask me why - since i don't like to cam whore. Maybe i should cam whore one day.

How senseless is my blog

Dry humour of the day :

Me asking daddy meow - "Let's audition for Amazing Race Asia 3"
What a hoot.
Me, who don't like to be filmed, don't like to backpack - want to endure hardship on Amazing Race?
It's like the royal Poh-Pooi-Ness saying she wants to eat dirt.
I would be like making him do everything, all the road blocks, the jumping stunts, etc.


Understatement of the day :

Daddy meow saying to me - "RATION! RATION THE ICE CREAM!"
Yeah, that is not in a cat's vocabulary.
I eat when i want to.
Come to u when i want to.
Meow.


Biggest insult of the week :

Daddy meow saying to me - "Update your photographic memory chip la. U mentally take a picture of this landmark in your brain and then when u take the next one, u have to erase the one before becos not enough RAM".

Bah.
I need to drive myself to Genting this Friday.
Not to gamble.
For work.
Hope my photographic memory doesn't fail me.


Most true statement of the year :

Daddy meow saying to me - "Pops is just as naughty and evil as u. U are mummy Pops and I am daddy Meowz."
As in, Pops belong to me.
The naughty one.

Two very evil cats

Cats are habitual creatures.
They do not like change.
Or once they get to do something, they always want to do it.
Kinda like me.

The boys love to come inside the bedroom.
Manja.
When we are inside the room, there will always be a persistent meowing outside the door.
Followed by scratches on the bedroom door (horrors)
Sometimes the meowing stops and it is replaced by anther meow sound.
The boys take turns to meow.

Preposterous Poppy meow and scratches the door.
Meowz Madness meow and pulls at the door from below.
It’s really annoying sometimes, especially when u are trying to sleep.
I have taken to stuff my ears with ear plugs to sleep.
Actually, the ear plugs are also to help drown daddy meow’s snores.
It can be quite a loud concerto.
Previously, I used to pinch his nose and that would wake him up.
And bite my head off.
A sleeping tiger is very fierce when awoken rudely by the pinch of nose, u know.
So now, I don’t bother – I plug my ears or wear my ipod to sleep.

Few nights ago, daddy meow let the boys in.
Both were all over the bed immediately.
One on my leg, another on daddy meow’s side of the bed.
Purring very very loudly.
See their cam whore pictures.

Poppy especially, has been very manja lately.

He never likes the camera but that night he was posing for all he's worth.
All he wants is to be with his mummy.
So he was sleeping on my leg, which is underneath the quilt, but it doesn’t matter cos as long as he feels my leg, he would be contented.
Must touch me.

So, then, the nights after that – both boys insist to be in the room at a certain hour.
The noise they made can drive one up the wall.
When I didn’t open the door, they thought of something else.

Meowz started meowing closely at the door and then wandered off and meowed far away. Like somewhere near the kitchen.
U can hear – loud and then soft meows.
Loud and soft…near and far…
Went on for a while.Daddy meow, without opening his eyes mumbled : U better check it out…Poppy could be in trouble.
Cos that was what happened before.
Poppy stupidly jumped out of the window and onto the precarious rooftop outside last CNY and got stuck there, shivering against the cold morning air.
One slip and he could have gone to kitty heaven.
The orange fuzzy woke us up by meowing and pulling at the door, then running away to meow near the kitchen, where Poppy was.
He did that repeatedly until daddy meow felt something was wrong and went to check.
Of course that’s when he found Pops outside on the rooftop.
Meowz saved his little buddy from danger.

So, that night, when Meowz did that again, I had to go and check if Pops was up to his mischief again.
Boy, was I stupid.
The instant I opened the door, an orange cannonball bursted in and onto the bed, running all over sleeping daddy meow (who didn’t bother opening his eyes) and looking at me with big big eyes.
Followed by a brown furball who ran in and hid behind my trunk of magazines.
“POPS! OUT OUT!”
I was trying to catch hold of him but he was really naughty. Kept running away and crawling into tight spaces so that I could not grab him and throw him out.
Finally when I did, I literally chucked the brown one out of the door and then summoning my most authoritative voice, “Meow – OUT!!”
Meow looked at me, tried to look cute by rolling on the bed but I tried not to fall for the cute display..”OUT NOW!!”
Finally, he loaded his back spring legs and bursted out of the room, tail straight in the air.

NAUGHTY!!!
MUMMY GOT TRICKED!

Possessive Poppy.
Malicious Meowz .

Cats are evil, pure evil.
They may look aloof most of the time but their minds are always scheming.

Poppy's always the playful one

I am done with work.

Gonna go to bed soon.

Was playing with Pops just now during break.

With the long grass my dad always pass to me when we meet up.

The grass for the boys to eat and hurl.

Euwch...

Pops like to play with it as well...who needs expensive pet store toys?

Have long stemmed grass and he is up for the game.

I ran with the grass trailing on the floor and he runs after it.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Until tercungap-cungap.

So was I.

Too bad daddy meow's not around to take a video.

At one point, the brown cookie monster leapt about 3 feet into the air.

And landed on his feet!

What's so special? Cats always land on their feet.

Not my Pops. He sometimes land butt first or flat on belly.

Ouch. Pops' a bit spastic - he slips and slides becos his legs are jelly-like.

Sometimes he would be walking and tripping all over his legs cos he's just too wobbly.

It's really funny to watch.

Pops' never feels pain. Fall down, get up again.

No pain. Well, except for when the vet jabs him.

Gotta remind myself to take the camera the next time we visit the vet.

Want to film Pops' being injected.

Can u imagine me filming?

"Ah, wait please, let me adjust my camera and press record. Ok, u may jab Poppy now"

How sick and retarded is that?

Mummy who derives sick pleasure from seeing her pet being jabbed and recording the poor fuzzy's contorted expression of pain.

Cute, isn't it? I found this picture and decide to keep it. Cos it looks like Poppy, minus the white face and chest. Poppy can't be trained to do that trick, but he sure can play 'football' and tug of war very well....

And Meowzers? The orange one couldn't be bothered...

Bathed both fuzzies yesterday. Now they smell luxurious. Even the maid was pleased.

Yucky puke

YUCKS.
Pops had a major projectile puking session a while ago.
All over his pillow.
EUW EUW EUW.
MAJOR EUW.

No, that's not Poppy and that's not my bathroom but i thought this pic looks so cute. Cat puking into toilet bowl.

Of course, the person responsible for cleaning refuses to do so, he's a moody cow this week, so no guess who has to clean up.
Had to throw the pillow case away.
And chuck the pillow into the washing machine.
All this at 3am. Cos i feel asleep and then woke up and realised the puke has not been cleaned up yet. So i ambled outside sleepily and did all that and now i am blogging cos i can't sleep back.
While i was chucking the pillow into the washing machine, i looked up and to my side.
Both fuzzies were sitting side by side about 4 feet away, looking at me.
Just staring.
Cats stare a lot.
Not only do strange guys and girls stare at me, friends stare at me, i get cats staring at me as well.
The brown cookie bear and the orange-vanilla pooky bear.
In fact, while i am typing this blog, the orange-vanilla pooky bear is STILL staring at me, from the recliner. That's where he sleeps everynight. On daddy's fav recliner. Haha.
Poppy has no pillow to sleep on tonight i guess.
But i think it's ok.
The fuzzy cloud is a walking pillow.
His fur has become so thick that it's probably a cushion by itself.
Ah. Pops.
Who loves ya?

Cat and jealousy

I found early videos of Poppy.
When I got Poppy, Meowzers was outraged - at me.
He would growl and hiss and won’t let me touch him.
I think he felt betrayed and unloved.
I was thinking, oh no, what have I done?
Jealousy is bigger in cats than dogs.
I had to keep the two cats apart.
Poppy was kept in the guest room for 1 month or so and I allowed Meowz to come in to visit with my supervision.
He would cautiously creep into the room, sniff around and sniff Poppy from afar.
Sometimes Meowz would go ‘hrrmmph’ before he strode out of the room with his tail erect.
Eventually, when I felt Meowz’ anger had simmered down, I let Poppy out.
Meowz didn’t like it, but he was more accepting then.
At least he didn’t growl or hiss anymore.
And he let me touch and hug him again.
Mummy was forgiven.
One thing that probably allowed Meowzers to accept the brown one was that Poppy never fought back in the earlier days.
Whenever Meowzers swat his paw at Poppy, the brown fuzz would pull back, not charge forward.
He gave Meowzers face.
That probably worked.
If Poppy was fierce and possessive back then, I don’t think it would have worked well.
He was just a small, bumbling little cat, who saw the orange one as a big brother.
This is a clip of when Meowzers is still quite possessive but trying to accept Poppy.
They are not the best buds in the world, but at least they both tolerate each other.
At least, in front of me.
Don't know how they are with each other when I am not around...hmmm..

Spoilt beyond belief

Be warned.
The video's over 4 minutes long.
When my brother in law saw it, all he wrote back via email was 'spoilt beyond belief'.
See for yourself and judge...
These are the kind of moments u will never get to see if u are around.
It's only between me and my fuzzy.

Bobby got attacked by small fry

Doppy doesn't realise he/she is a small puny cat.
One bite from Bobby will send Doppy to kitty heaven.
But Bobby is smart and also patient.
Love Bobby.
This is how Doppy attacks Bobby.

Actually, this is how Doppy atacks everybody, including me.
Have a few scratch marks on my hands already.
Poor hands!
Sob!

Bobby air jogging

Watch....
Bobby is really funny.

Cats and strings

Cats loves to play with strings.
Any string.
It keeps them amused.
I was wearing a dress with long strings that u tie around the waist.
In the morning when i bent down to scoop poop, Poppy scurried behind me.
I thought nothing about it until i felt soft swats on my back.
The fuzzzy was pawing at my string!

Then after work, we visited Doppy and my dress' string also caught his/her fancy.
Actually pulled my string loose.
While i was trying to tie it back, the terror jumped all over me with sharp claws and teeth.
I think daddy meow said "There goes your string"
In which i replied "There goes my dress" - cos the terror was clawing all over my dress to get to my string...
Naughty!

Can't hold Doppy

I prefer lap cats...

Doppy might be...

...a female cat. ????? I was so sure a few weeks ago that Doppy is a boy. Just like my boys. How come? Cos Doppy's just too energetic. Too frisky, too feisty. Zoom here, zoom there, zoom everywhere. All u see is a blur of Doppy zinging past u. Then suddenly the blur jumps onto ur hand or body or leg and small but sharp teeth bites into ur flesh. U can't stop it cos Doppy will zoom off again... Ouch. Geez. Doppy suddenly makes Poppy seem like an angel. Poppy has been alleviated to saint status. Poppy now has a halo on his head. The devil stake and horns are now on Doppy's head. So terribly naughty! Diabolical. Incorrigible. Disaster Doppy. How could it be a female cat? Female cats are supposed to be more manja, adorable and move slower... Doppy's just the opposite. So fierce somemore - attack and bite bite bite. I supposed, human females are like that as well....bite bite bite the guy's head off. Especially during thattimeofthemonth. I always say i want a female cat cos i keep having boy cats. But i don't want such a naughty female cat! A terror. She probably can control the two boys alone. Slap, paw, hiss, bite. Meowz will not be amused. Pops would not be amused either. Meowz will probably sit on Doppy. What made me suddenly doubt my beliefs that Doppy's a boy? Cos Meowz came into the room just now and hopped onto the bed. With his arse facing my face. Which was not nice. But....his arse and pee hole looked different from Doppy's. If i remember correctly, the boy's pee hole and arse hole is further apart. The girl cat's is closer. Doppy's pee and arse hole did not look anything like Meowz's. Me : Unless MeowMeow is a female cat?? Did my vet made a terrible mistake? Cut cut the wrong thing? The orange pooky bear answered me with a indignant meowf and bit my elbow. I did not make that up. He DID indeed on cue, replied me and bit my elbow. So naughty. Probably said "I AM a boy! U made the mean vet cut my balls, don't u remember???" Bah. Doppy's a female cat! How could i be wrong and my father in law is right from beginning? I am supposed to be more knowledgeable about cats. Bah humbug.

So

Names that goes with the cat's character

New names for the boyz :

Meow Madness
Poppy Preposterous
Doppy Delirious
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Meow Mischievious
Poppy Possessive
Doppy Disasterous
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Meow Malicious
Poppy Pompous
Doppy Diabolical
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These names reminds me of the cooky sounding names of Samboy chips from Australia : Atomic Tomato, Savage Salt and Vinegar, Barbecue Blast....

3 generations

This is what the Indon maid says of both my cats :

Meowmeow duduk diam diam saja...manja.

Sit sit sit only....so affectionate.

Poppy lari sini, lari sana, nakal.

Zoom here, zoom there...naughty.

I wonder what she will say if she sees Doppy. I think it's :

Doppy terbang sini, terbang sana....susah lo.

Fly here, fly there...die-lah....

Doppy really flies. Can't even get a good picture of him becos he literally travels at the speed of sound, like a Concorde.Ran so fast he sommersaulted 360 degrees..

He likes to bite my hands too...all cats do that i guess.

Disturbing people only

Poor Meowz.
I always like to creep up to him when he sleeps.
Cos usually he would turn turtle with belly facing up.
I always seize this opportunity to give his belly a good ruuub.
Who can resist?
It's like a soft, furry, vanilla marshmellow pitt.

I didn't touch his belly in this video clip though.
Just kacau-ed him a bit.
Watch.

Poppy look-a-like

I saw another Poppy in the same pet shop i bought him from!

I bet it's his brother.

Looks like him!

Eeee, so naughty.

So cute.

So fluffy.

I want.

Daddy meow don't want.

One Poppy is enough.

One gremlin is enough to wreck havoc to the whole place.

The sofa.

And Meowz won't like two twins ganging up on him.

But so cute!

Of butt cracks

Everyone loves to see this.

But do people like to see this?

Ok, must admit the above is quite a nice picture, with a slim girl.

But if it were a fat girl....???

Ah, the pitfalls of low waisted jeans/pants.
Something that our mothers and foremothers never have problems with.
In fact, their dressing in those days would never give them any wardrobe malfunctions.
Unlike today’s generation of low this, low that.
Low everywhere.
Was at SS2 yesterday eating dinner.
And this girl sat in front of us and her butt crack was for all to see.
Quite cute, actually.
“Stop staring, perve”
Daddy meow “But it’s in front of me…anyway, it’s more disturbing than a turn on”
How come the girl doesn’t realize that her ass crack is in view?
Can't she feel it?
I certainly can.
In fact, I always check and check.
I know how it feels like when my jeans become dangerously low.
I keep pulling and tugging, which is so unattractive.
So self conscious.
Daddy meow said perhaps she doesn’t care.
Cos if it’s fashionable to show your boob’s groove, why is it a faux pas to show your ass groove?
Come to think of it.
Seriously, isn’t that true?
Ass groove everywhere!
Like those plumbers fat asses' cracks on display.
Do guys get turned on when they see ass cracks?
Seriously, what is an ass crack compared to showing the world your panty-less pussy ala Britney Spears?
Girls these days are becoming more and more shameless.

Sluts.
I think it’s normal for now.
I should’t be such a prude, let it all hang out.
Euw, no.
I could never be comfortable knowing that some dude behind me is staring at my ass crack.
I have said I wanted to get a tattoo of Meowz and Pops.
So daddy meow said yesterday I should get one tatt of Meowz peaking out from one side of my butt and Pops on the other side.
Place them strategically so that they look like they are peaking out from the waistband of my jeans.
And put Doppy’s tatt on my ass crack.

When pigs fly south for winter.

Mooncakes

Mooncake festival is over and i did not even get a chance to blog about it till now.
It's work.

Too much, too little time.

Getting harder to breathe now.

But i really want to put this down.

U know, i don't know nuts about Mooncake festival.

I think i am the most untraditional person there is.

I hate CNY, I don't know when Mooncake festival is until i see people selling and then go "Isn't it over???", I don't know when Cheng Beng is....

Banana. It's my aloofness. I couldn't care less.

Memories of mooncake festival is the gold fish tanglung my grandma gave me when i was a small little innocent girl. I was so excited then. It was battery operated - it was advant garde then. Jakun habis.

Back to mooncakes.

Hoardes of it in the office.

Two boxes at home from daddy meow's suppliers.

Jelak, really jelak.

Never a mooncake fan in the first place.

While i am struggling to finish off the mooncakes at home, i wonder...

How come this year there are more and more unorthodox and weird sounding mooncakes?

Has hype and novelty won over tradition?

It seems so.

This year i saw - CRANBERRY mooncake.

What the hell is that?
Or mocha pandan champagne mooncake.

Wowzers.

A search of images on the internet and i find plenty. This one looks pretty, doesn't it? Like some jelly mooncakes in gummy purple and yellow.

Then there's cheesecake mooncakes. Yikes.
Mixed nut mooncake.

Pineapple strawberry mooncake.

Red bean-green tea mooncake.

Snow skin coffee with choco bits mooncake.

Orange banana choco mooncake.

What else is next? This is my future prediction :

Truffle mooncake - the most expensive mooncake in the world?

Birds' nest mooncake.

Lavender-rose-cumin mooncake.

Curry mooncake.

Sambal ikan bilis mooncake.

Hawaiian pizza flavoured mooncake.

Salt and vinegar chips mooncake...YUM! I want!

Liver pate mooncake.

Gummy bear mooncake.

Honey dew-winter melon-leong fun mooncake. Wow, that is super sweet.

Hibiscus-ribena mooncake.

Assam boi mooncake.

Aloe vera-lotus paste mooncake.

Rambutan-mangosteen mooncake - my two fav fruits. If got, please buy that for me.

Hiyo, my imagination the very the keng the chau.

Since mooncake flavours are becoming more and more ridiculous, i don't think my ideas are very far fetched.

Let's wait and see next year's fanfare exploision of new flavours as bakers scratch their head to outdo this year's creations.

Perhaps, the cutest mooncake is :

The maneki-neko mooncake. That's me! I should have been given this mooncake instead of the boring lotus paste one!

Malaysia - anything boleh.

Bobby loves me more...always...

See how Bobby manja me.
Except for the itch, he would have been jumping all over me, as he usually does.
That's the difference between cats and dogs.
Dogs are such sell outs.
Cats would be like "Huh, i will come to u when i want to".

Bobby adores me to the point of obsession.
He follows me everywhere.
No one else matters.
Just me me me.
I am his goddess.
His mummy.
So excited.
Too excited sometimes.
Even when he has to poop, he does it really quick so he could come back to manja me.
So fast the poop that while he's running back towards me, his poop is still coming out and dropping all over the floor.
Bobby leaving little treats for my mom-in-law to pick up.
She is not amused.
We would be running all over the place to avoid him.

Meowz' G -Spot

Yes, cats have G-Spots too.

Meowz' one is on his shoulder.
Watch the clip.


Pops' one is on the tip of his tail.
No clip yet.
One day....

Pops get mushed

Definition of MUSH (in mummy meow's dictionary) = hand firmly on cat's entire face. Then quickly twist left and right a few times.
The smaller the cat face, the easier to do.

See for yourself.

Doppy and his best bud

Meowmeowmeow woofwoofwoof,
It's the Bobby and Doppy show!

Bobby has found a new friend.
Doppy.
He likes to play with the fuzzy.
And likewise.

Here's a really funny clip.
Doppy was rolling on the floor playfully next to Bobby.
And the doggy thought, hey, let me roll to.
U roll, i also roll.
Friend friend.
And he rolled.
With Doppy in the way.
Almost killing Doppy with his fatso body.
What a clown.
Dogs have this clumsy quality that is so endearing.

Doppy is naughtier

Visited Doppy on Friday night.
What a handful of a cat.
Zoom here, zoom there.
Zoom everywhere.
The fuzzy can't seem to stay still.

I prefer lap cats.
Like Meowz.
Stay at one spot for a long time.
Sit on my lap, manja like hell.

Doppy's a play cat.
Bite, paw, run everywhere.
Hyperactive like nobody's business.
Eeee...and i thought Pops was hyperactive.
This one beats my cookie monster anytime.

Here's a clip of Doppy 'attacking' daddy meow's camera.
He's Doppy to me.
My mom in law is already starting to call him MeowMeow.
That's my orange fuzzy's name!!
There can not be 2 MeowMeows!




I wonder if my boys would like him.

Charm your ass off

As long as i can remember, i love charm bracelets.
I have a few.
But not serious charms.
I wanted to get the Folie Folie one but then i saw....

Thomas Sabo!
My new love. How could i ever not know this brand?

So pretty! Eee, so cute! Can u see the handcuff charm? Just what every girl needs to cuff her man to her...

How cute are the handbag charms!

Isn't that just too cute? A baby's bootee.

Shoes shoes shoes...shoe charms are close to my heart cos of my name...that red shoe looks like mine! Ah, pretzel charm...isn't it insane?

Dragon charm for the dragon girl...


Lipstick is a must for every girl....

Meow meow, woof woof

Bras anyone?

G-string anyone?

Ice skating anyone?

My gosh, it's crazy, look at the details on the saxaphone! Genius he is...

I didn't go to the Eiffel Tower when i was in Paris....not interested. But this is interesting...

Diamonds are forever....

Record player...man, how many things do they design?

It's enough to make a girl go nuts.

And these charms are not cheap. U buy the chain and charms separately.
I showed daddy meow how much each costs from the booklet the salesgirl gave me.

"WAH LIAU WEI! RM149 for each charm? Cheapest RM99?"

I think one of the handbag and bra charm costed RM980.

"WAH, u can buy a real bag already leh! And thousands of bras!"

He said he will make me one. With real bra, real shoe, real cats (Poppy and Meowz), real dog (Bobby), real g-string, real lipstick, etc...

"Give me all these things, i make one for u now!"

Men, never appreciate beauty in miniature form.

I can imagine how my charm bracelet will look like.

This could be a spoof for Thomas Sabo charm bracelets.

The difference between Meowz and Pops

The difference between MeowMeow and Poppy...besides the colour.....

MeowMeow is a street cat. Kucing tepi jalan i picked up. Actually he was in front of this pet shop and i came up to him and said hello. And he meowed back. I fell in love instantly. Daddy meow always kid that i went to a pet shop and got a free cat outside of the shop.

Poppy is a pet shop cat. He probably spent his kittenhood in the cage. All he knows is his world inside the pet shop.

MeowMeow is FOC.

Poppy costed me RM800++.

MeowMeow eats table scraps. He even loves Nandos. Crazy - it's hot for a cat!

Poppy doesn't know what table scraps is. To him, food is cat biscuits. Table scraps, what table scraps??

MeowMeow is petrified of lightning and thunder. As a street cat, he probably had to run to find a shelter everytime it rains. The thunder reminds him of rain, i guess. Until now, despite being in a comfy home, he still quake in fear when thunder strikes and heavy rain pours. He will crouch low low and crept underneath the table.

Poppy is fearless. What thunder? What rain? What is rain? Poppy will sit by the window and watch the thunder and rain.

MeowMeow has no pain threshold. Doctor jabs him, no feeling. Doctor says "Wah, such a good boy!"

Poppy exaggerates pain. One jab of the needle and he jerks violently and starts scolding the vet furiously. Three people have to hold him down.

MeowMeow obeys (to certain extent) when i say "NO!"

Poppy does not know what "NO!" means.

MeowMeow has rescued Poppy from dangerous situations before.

Poppy would not know how to save MeowMeow if his life depended on it.

MeowMeow eventually welcomed Poppy into his life.

Poppy never welcomed MeowMeow. Everything belongs to him : mummy, the perch, the pillow, all his. Youngest child syndrome. Hmmm...sounds like me.

MeowMeow loves to be scratched.

Poppy loves to be combed.

MeowMeow will sit patiently and let u dig his ears.
Poppy will wriggle away the moment the cotton bud touches his ears. So naughty.

MeowMeow is made up of flesh.

Poppy is made out of fur.

MeowMeow does not carry things in his mouth.

Poppy carries anything and everything in his mouth. Including money.

MeowMeow needs to be coaxed to play.

Poppy is up for a game anytime of the day. He loves to chase balls. Poppy Beckham.

MeowMeow is a lap cat.

Poppy used to be a lap cat but no more. He rather stay further away, staring at me with this beady eyes from a distance.

MeowMeow trusts only me and daddy meow. He doesn't voluntarily manja anyone.

Poppy trusts everyone. Friend friend with every tom dick and harry. What a sell out.

MeowMeow stays in one spot for a long time.

Poppy has short attention span. He cannot stay still for 1 minute. Hyperactive. Perhaps that's why he never gains weight.

MeowMeow can sit like a human and give himself a blow job. Haha. Nah, he doesn't do that but it sure looks like it. See pic. Don't u guys envy?

Poppy cannot sit like a human. Not fat enough.

MeowMeow eats fassst.

Poppy takes forever to finish his food. And very messy too.

Meow is intelligent.

Poppy is just ...hmmm...happy go lucky, bumbling little fuzzy.

But one thing both have in common : Both have gone to the vet to cut cut!! No loving feeling for the opposite sex....

Muahhahahah....

I think as a mummy, i don't ever want to see my boys 'doing it' with a female stray....I like to think of them as innocent boys....