Thursday, December 27, 2007

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.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

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.

Monday, December 24, 2007

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.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

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.....

Sunday, December 9, 2007

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.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

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?

Sunday, December 2, 2007

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.