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 .
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.
They may look aloof most of the time but their minds are always scheming.
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