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.
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