Sunday, August 31, 2008

Poppy's a little better

Poppy's a little better. Poor thing had a traumatic time in the vet. The doctor x-rayed and drew out blood from the brown one to run a series of test. Funnily enough at the vet's place, Poppy looked and acted fine. Which didn't help at all. So naughty. His reflexes were fine on that day. He walked well, was as fierce as usual to the vet.

However, his x-ray showed 2 blotches which the vet could not ascertain what they are. Poppy's scheduled to come back for another x-ray in a months' time. If it's serious, Poppy needs to be operated. Eeeek.

His blood test showed that his kidneys are not functioning at the normal rate though. So, diet has to be changed. The vet made me buy kibbles specially for kidney problems - super expensive.
But looking at the way both cats eat the new kibbles - seems yummy...

Poppy's not that well yet but he looks better than before. His 'naughty' look has returned, although in small doses. He doesn't seem to be interested to chase furry toys, but at least he's walking around a bit more, rubbing his furry head on our bodies from time to time. Now he's just parked his furry body on daddy meow's recliner. Daddy meow has to sit somewhere else. Even the orange one cannot sit on the recliner cos Poppy's branded it as his now. I guess when u are sick, u do things that are out of the norm. Daddy meow's not amused though. No place to sit.

Poor Poppy Poo. He's only 4 years old. So small, so frail, Poppy never seem to grow.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Poppy's under the weather

Poor Poppy's not feeling well.
Need to go to the vet for check up.
Hope he will be up and bouncing soon, looking for naughty things to do.
Now he doesn't look naughty.
Probably DID something naughty that probably sprained his leg or hurt his back or something.
Maybe the orange one sat on him one night.
Now Poppy just curls up on the couch and sleeps, looking forlorn.
Poor Pops. It's abnormal.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Table cat

the one day i gave poppy the right to jump onto my dining=work table and sleep there while i work, was the day that the naughty brown mainecoon persian decided that it will ALWAYS BE OK to jump onto the table.
and sit there while i work.
first he sits and looks at me with his gollywog eyes.
then he would slowly lie flat on the table.
sometimes he would just sprawl all out, his furry tail spilling over onto my laptop's keyboard while i work.

bear in mind, i have 2 laptops on the dining table. plus paperwork and files. but poppy-is-naughty still wants to sleep on on the table. sometimes on the papers itself.

i guess he loves me a lot lot more than ehem.

popsie wants to be with mummy.

popsie is my mini me.

my evil shadow.

some days, while working intently on the laptop, i would suddenly see this furry paw coming into my periphery view, pawing at my mouse. or my hand. or my keyboard.

then some days, he would sleep facing very close to my laptop, almost like his face is next to my screen.

the other day, he curled up on the table, purring abnormally loud.
it was like this motor running next to me.

PURR PURR PURR PURR PURR! continuously and very loudly.
"Ooi, why you purr so loud wan today?"

and Poppy toned down his purr immediately....he understood me.

yesterday, he trode all over my keyboard just to get to the other side of the table.

poppy's walking all over me and i allow it.

last sunday, i wasn't feeling so well. went to look for some medicine in the fridge while poppy observed me from the table.
i found the medicine but a strong wave of nausea caused me to crouch down, locked in the position until the feeling passed.

poppy looked and looked.

then he let out a meow and got up to jump down onto the floor, all the while looking at me with a worried face.

like as though he wanted to come and see if i was ok.
but he kinda missed his footing and landed clumsily onto the floor in front of me!

and he auwed pitifully at me when he landed.

poor pops!

what a bumbling court jester he is.
wanted to show his concern for me but tripped instead.

despite the nausea, i was terribly amused.

of course, also touched.

how could u not love pops?

10 brownie points for the furry one.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

?

Daddy meow text :
Your boys make so much noise at night and sleep like mati (dead) in the day.

How true.

Constant meowing and whimpering outside the bedroom door can be quite disruptive to sleep. Some days i resort to putting on ear plugs to sleep (that and also cos daddy meow snores...really loudly!).....Preposterous Poppy scratches the door and meows. After a while, he goes away, just to be replaced by Meow Madness, who pulls at the door and meows on top of his voice. They take turns. Meow actually puts his paw underneath the door, grabs it and pulls the door towards him. It makes the door rattle...some days, when he's just crazy at it, it sounds like there's this mad maniac with a chain saw rattling your door, waiting for you to come out to seal your doom.

In the day time, both are dead. Hibernating i guess.
So that they can act like hooligans at night.

Sigh.
This is Meow Madness in his dead sleeping pose. With eyes open. A bit scary eh?

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Me, Poppy and water bowl

poppy, the naughty furry mainecoon persian with huge gollywog eyes.
preposterous poppy made me fall down one day.
and it's not like it's the first time. he's always getting in my way, in between my legs..... i mean, when my mom reads this, she would be so horrified....since i am this no-longer-20-something-better-be-careful-not-to-fall-down-
osteroporosis-prone-girl
...
sigh.
big sigh.

i should do a collection of all the naughty things poppy has done. it's like when pops left a piece of treat for daddy meow on our kitchen table Poppy left a treat
and when he almost burned down the apartment Poppy is up to naughtiness again
see....it's always poppy the naughty.

and this time, he made me fall down.

poppy has this chau kuan (bad habit) of pulling his water bowl towards him when he wants to drink. as in, he refuses for some reason to go close to the water bowl. instead, he prefers to stop a few inches away from it and then extends his furry yeti-like paw, grabs the top of the bowl and pulls it towards him. talk about weird quirks. it's really naughty cos by doing so, his paw gets soaked in the water - you know...paw in water means DIRTY paw in water means poor orange meowmeow has to drink paw soaked water courtesy of poppy...

that's why i change water very often.

i used to have 2 bowls...now it's just down to one. this is why.

i had one plastic and one glass bowl. by virtue of the plastic bowl being lighter, poppy likes to pull the plastic one. i put the bowls in a corner on the kitchen floor. poppy likes to pull it out from the corner. like this :
bowl in corner - so that i don't step on it. and that the kitties don't bang into it when they play catch me games.

but poppy likes to pull it out. into my path. maybe he wants to kill mummy. or rather, daddy, but the plan went wrong. cos i became the casualty instead of daddy meow.

one night after dinner, we came home and i walked into the kitchen area and failed to notice that the water bowl was right in the middle of my path. so i stepped right into the plastic water bowl and WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!
skidded AND landed on my butt! water everywhere! ouch! it was very painful! i think the first thing that came out of my mouth was "POPPEEEEEE!!!! So naughty la!!!!"

poppy looked terribly worried and guilty.

i threw away the plastic bowl which broke anyway cos i stepped on it. daddy meow just laughed and went into the bedroom.

because of poppy, now the 2 cats share one water bowl. and i am wiser now, i make sure i look down.
anyone wants to adopt poppy?
so adorably naughty. who loves ya, pops?

MeowMeow : I hate Poppy.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Sunbathing

MeowMeow sunbathing. He likes basking in the morning sun. It's the perpectual sight that greets me every morning when i walk out of my bedroom to go to work. MeowMeow would usually be nearby the window, soaking in the sun. Is he cold? Why would he be cold? He's warm blooded. He does that as well in my dad's house, out in the garden. Sometimes when it gets too hot, like scorchingly hot, i would go out to the garden and to scoop him back into the house. Afraid that he would just sunbathe till the sun makes him all blur and dumb.....what? which cat sleeps under the hot scorching sun? Sunbathe until his little kitty brain gets fried.
It is NOT something you would see Poppy the furry do. Poppy is hot ALL the time. That's why he sleeps belly up and directly under the fan, fur billowing in the air. If the aircon is on, he would shift to be at the spot where the cold air hits the ground. Smart eh? Who says cats are aloof and dumb? They are incredibly schemingly smart!
MeowMeow : I am cuter than Poppy.

And daddy meow - no lion cut for Poppy. I know u want but i like Poppy furry!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Beautiful aura

Somedays, u just feel so mad at certain people.
It's never easy working with people.
Times when u feel like killing them all is when u have to stop to remind yourself not to take it too seriously at work.
Easier said than done.
But then nowadays, most people just lack of certain manners and civic mindedness at work.
That makes me mad and sad.
But when i come home, I get to see 2 furry faces who would love me no matter what and that makes the day feel better.
It's nice to have animals around.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's an interesting picture.
It's like as though MeowMeow has an aura.

He's sitting on top of daddy meow's recliner.
Some days he sits there, like a gargoyle (is that how it's spelt?), staring down at daddy meow's head. So aloof and dignified at the same time.

Till the next naughty post about Poppy who made me fall down....

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Boys' birthday continued.....

Unfortunately for the 2 furry boys, 8th of August also means it's time to go to the vet.
Yes, i am that practical, knowing how forgetful both daddy meow and I could be, 8th of August is chosen as their birthday AND also time to get your annual jab jab day.

Yes, i am terrible. Absolutely diabolical.

So, on a Saturday morning on the 9th, we took Poppy to the vet first. That's cos i only have one PTU (the Furrari) and so could only being them one at a time. Yes, i seriously need to get another one. Sigh.

Poppy the blur cock-eyed optimist almost always get conned to go into the PTU. Pops : Helloooo....what is theeze?? I wanna go in.

Pops : Looks comfy...

And in he goes. No need to push, no need to bribe. Easy peasy. Pop's never a day wiser.

I guess everyone who has cats can attest to this : cats meow a lot in the car. But then they get to the vet, it's like zip! no sound. not even a peep. or squeak.

Pops had to be Frontlined again cos of this recurring fur mite. Poor Pops. Fur mites love him. Either that or we suspect he keeps breeding them...like he actually LIKES them...why?
Cos the fur mites eat his fur. It makes fur drop off. Like a lot.
And Poppy gets less fur = Poppy not so hot.
Lots of fur = Poppy very hot.
So, Poppy likes fur mites. Fur mites is his best buds.

I got quite a scolding when Poppy finally emerged from the spraying room, all wet from the Frontline solution. It reeks of alcohol as well. Mummy was scolded all the way back home.

Came back home and out the soggy one tumbled out, reeking of Frontline. MeowMeow was sitting on the coffee table, looking at Poppy with one kind of face. It's that "Oh no"...

I turned my attention to Pops for one second and looked up again to see MeowMeow gone from the coffee table. In just a split of a second. It's like those Japanese horror flicks where u see the ghost and suddenly it's gone. Poof!

Where did the orange one go?
Hiding underneath daddy meow's recliner, trying to look nonchalant. But with a very worried face. As u can see, Meowz is the smarter cat. Poppy's just happy go lucky bumbling la li la li la cat who is not too smart at all.

That's Meowz slinking away from daddy meow who tried to take a photo of him crouching underneath the recliner...
And that's Meowz after slinking away from recliner to the corner behind our tread mill. Looking VERY the sour puss indeed. See that tail all curled in towards body as much as possible, crouching very low to the ground...Meowz was trying to make himself as small as possible so that people don't spot him!

Grabbing him is no problem. But putting him into the PTU is a biggest problem. The orange one just puts his anchors down and acts like lead. Pushing him in is like pulling a donkey who refuses to budge. So, we had to open the PTU from top and then lift him into it from top. But always, before we manage to close the top, Meowz would have used his spring legs to bounce out with such a combustion of energy one would be surprised for a cat with a broken leg.

So, daddy meow would have to hold him down and i would have to quickly cover the top and snap all latches close.

I almost died of exasperation once when i was alone and had to bring Meowz to the vet. I think it took me longer to get Meowz into the PTU than it took me to get him to the vet.

So naughty.

Meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow!!!!
That was all the way to the vet.
Meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow!!!!
That was all the way back from the vet.

But as usual, vet said Meowz is a very good, gentle cat.
And Pops is very wild and fierce looking.
Pops scolds everyone. Especially the one who jabs him.

I guess the small tyke can be quite a fighter. And the orange one although big, is a gentle giant.

Once all vet stuff is done, it's time to bribe our way into forgiveness.
Canned fish.

Pops : Faster!!!

I guess it's always nicer to eat from other people's bowl. Look at Pops! Luckily no hiss from MeowMeow!

Both boys have forgiven me.
Especially Poppy. Easy peasy. A bit of fish, a bit of scratch, and Poppy loves mummy again.

Till next August....
Phew.

Friday, August 8, 2008

It's the boys' birthday today

8th of August 2008. Olympics in China. My wedding anniversary. And Poppy and MeowMeow's birthday.

Eh?

Well, I don't know when they were born. Meowz was picked up from the streets (actually it was in front of a pet shop but i told my dad Meowz fell from the sky, courtesy of the buddha goddess - why am i so good in fibbing) and Poppy came from the pet shop and i was too excited to even ask at that time.

So, to enable ourselves to remember, our wedding anniversary is also dedicated as the boys' birthday as well. Actually, we married on 8th of August because if we had picked some other 'non significant' date, we will never remember. Yeah, with daddy meow already displaying signs of Alzheimer's and me with my two laptop and perpectual work, who remembers?

He doesn't even remember which year we got married. *coughs* Alzheimer's *coughs*

Daddy Meow : Where did we keep our wedding cert?

I rest my case.

8th of August. Yes, we are very practical. And very chinese-y for 2 very non chinese-y, banana people. Don't even know how to talk chinese properly. No wonder i am such an outcast, all alone, blogging about my 2 cats. What a life.

Daddy meow's gone and done up a nice picture for the blog header. Party hats for Pops and Meowz! Isn't that just so weirdly adorable!

Daddy meow : Let's go and buy party hats for the boys!
Me : (Rolling my eyes while stuffing myself with spaghetti) Yeah rite.

Who makes party hats for cats?

Happy Birthday to my two bestest buds.
Yes, big yawn-zers.
Meowz : Birthday? What birthday?

And and and and and!!! I made it to 1 year of blogging about the kitties! 1 YEAR! For someone with such short attention span, i actually blogged for 1 year already! Daddy meow, i took your challenge and i made it! Happy Birthday to PoppyMeow blog.

Does it mean i get 1 Thomas Sabo charm to add to my pitiful collection? (big bambi eyes)

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Not BFF

Pops being bullied by big brother Meowz.
I bite your head, you bite my neck, we bite bite everywhere.
No BFF here.
Just pure tolerating.
I guess it's hard for a terribly pampered orange cat to accept a newcomer in his spotlight.
They appreciate each other but will never be cats who sleep on top of each other.
And eat from the same bowl.
Ah swell.
I would have loooved to see them sleeping on top of each other.


Sunday, August 3, 2008

Cat bag

My 2nd Anya Hindmarch bag!
Got it on my birthday ages ago but did not take it out till now.
Another bag with Pops and Meow on each side.
Yes, i am such a cat bag lady.
Meow Madness on one side. Looking a bit washed out this time. First bag has a nicer photo of the orange one.
It's MeowMeow! A bit alien looking tho....
But Preposterous Poppy's picture came out very nice indeed. Poppy's usually not too photogenic so i must say this time, daddy meow had taken a nice shot of Pops. Side view, or not u can see his buck tooth sticking out like a sore thumb. Checking out my bag...grabbed it away before the naughty one opened his mouth to nibble...
It's funny. The stares i used to get when i carry this bag on my shoulder. But i rarely do, cos it's usually lovingly wrapped up and kept in a nice box. Away from dust. Dirt. Cat fur. And curious little kids who would come up and poke the bag with their grubby fingers...yes, it happened with some Egyptian kids in Amsterdam airport.

The usual reaction from people i know would be "Is that your cat?"

I have a colleague who just adores cats (she likes MeowMeow) and knows how my 2 boys look like quite well.

But when i showed her my first Anya bag, i was quite flabbergasted cos she said "So cute! This must be the new season of cat picture bags from Anya..." Or something to that effect.

"It's Poppy and MeowMeow la...aiyo!"

"Oh, u mean u can PRINT your cat photos on the bag?"

ugh.

Guess she doesn't know about their bespoke services.

I love my bag! Even though my original choice of photos were :

Now, isn't that just the cutest? But the payer of the bag didn't think so. He's so...

I have 2 Anyas, and i still don't ever get invitations to their events...sigh.

Thank you daddy meow!

Cats never listen to you

The dining table = my work desk = forbidden zone.
No cat is supposed to sit on it.
Sleep on it.
Leave fur all over it.
And trod all over my paperwork.
And possibly steal a pen or my hair clip and hide it underneath the couch.
Or knock over my laptop. It happened once. Don't ask how.
Forbidden!!!!!!!!
Both boys know that.

And yet....
Spot the naughty one in this photo.

Caught red handed by daddy meow on a weekend morning.
Somemore sitting very close to the mouse.

It's always Poppy.
Poppy is irreverent.

Poppy : Forbidden? What's forbidden? I love this table cos mummy's always here...dining table, oh boy, my favourite!

Err, yes, u see 2 laptops on my dining table. Both mine.
Yes, i have to work very hard to pay for these two.

Look at naughty Poppy Poo and his very naughty yeti-like paws guarding my mouse.

Most days, if he sees daddy meow coming out of the bedroom and glaring at him, Poppy would squeak and promptly jump off the table. Cos he knows. He can't win with daddy meow.

If he sees me, he would just continue to nonchalantly sit on the table, pretending like he's not there.

Cos mummy's a pushover.

Cats always know who loves them most. And they step all over that person.

Fat Meow

I found this picture of MeowMeow a long time ago.
My, i think THIS IS the FATTEST picture i have ever seen of MeowMeow.
How and when did he get so obese?

The answer is simple.
My dad.
When we were still living at my dad's house, he used to love buying fishes for MeowMeow.
Not so much for the actual feeding of fish to the orange fuzzy, but more like for the adoring attention that MeowMeow would lavish him while waiting for him to debone the cooked fish.
It's like this total look of adulation - my dad = fish god.
What a sell out. Orange one would do anything for fish.
Well, i must say, it is quite a cute thing to see MeowMeow running like an orange cannonball towards you, meowing excitedly on top of his voice and then brushing his whole furry body repetitively onto your legs as you debone the fish.
My dad likes the attention from the orange one. Even though it is sorta like induced by fish.
Yes, my dad was bribing his way into MeowMeow's good books with leetle fishes.

At that time, i wasn't always sure which day my dad fed MeowMeow fish.
Most days i would come home and pour cat biscuits onto the bowl.
And then i believe daddy meow also pours biscuits if he happens to see the bowl near empty.

So, i pour. He pours. My dad feeds fish and also pours.
Everyone pours.
MeowMeow happy happy.
Fat fat.
Food galore. Neverending supply.
Like they say, ho sek, ho chi (eat and live well)

After moving to our apartment, my orange one has lost some of those pounds.
He's 6kg now, still has that solid round body but not obese, like the photo above.
Yeah, cos while obese cats look so freakishly cute, i want MeowMeow to stay away from heaven as long as he can.
Don't make your cat obese!
Daddy meow...ahem ahemm....tell your mom that....
And u stop eating so much also.
No wonder MeowMeow likes to sit with u. Fat birds of a feather flock together.