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.