Junk food

it's always calming to have the boys in bed with me when i am sick.
i had asked daddy meow to bring in the pooky bear and he said no!
kutu kutu kutu....
but then he relented and let the orange one passed thru the door.
who went straight onto the bed, onto my tummy, purring like a furry hot water bottle.
leaving the cookie monster outside, protesting with loud dismayed shrieks.
poppy meows funny.

anyway, so the orange one was lying in bed, manja as usual.
he even moved up to lie down near my face, so near i could kiss his furry face.
next thing i knew, he sat upright, looking ahead with big beady eyes and then bolted off the bed.
and rushed nearby where my gym ball is.

-30 minutes earlier-
while I was having my porridge in bed...

daddy meow : Euw, there's a baby cicak in the room.
me : Where?
daddy meow : There, in the corner.
me : Dead one is it?
daddy meow : Still alive.
me : Well? Get rid of it!
daddy meow : Afterwards la.

- Fast forward to present -
Yes, MeowMeow saw the baby cicak and leapt towards it like faster than i can say NO Meow!

And he caught it, being the deft and nimble and still a capable hunter he is, even though his kaki tempang.
And he....ate the cicak.

Me : Meow! Yucks! Stop! Daddy meow, he's eating the cicak!!! Stop him!
Daddy meow : It's protein. Well, i guess i don't need to get rid of the cicak anymore.

It's like i don't feed the boys enough. Disgusting!!!
Daddy meow says it's junk food.
Junk food is always nicer than good real wholesome dry cat biscuit.
This junk food has a nice brain, squishy belly, etc.
Meow never made it back to my bed.
But he was clever, he knew he wasn't supposed to eat the cicak. So, with a guilty face, he was more than willing to run out of the room and straight into Poppy, who was meowing longingly at the door.

After 1 hour, i said i missed the cats.
So daddy meow opened the door and both of them bursted in.
And went straight to the same spot where Meow had eaten the cicak.
Sniffing, searching at every nook and cranny.
BOTH of them.
Me : Eh, how come Poppy also searching? Like he knows meh, got cicak just now?
Daddy meow : U think they don't talk to each other ah? Meow's probably just told Poppy - Eh, eh, got good food in the bedroom lor! I just ate cicak, damn tasty la. NO wonder they both always inside, hoarding all the good food to themselves!
Poppy : Cicak, what is cicak? I only like cat biscuits.
MeowMeow : Who cares? I eat, u also eat. Or u help me find somemore or i punch u one lor!

And that made Poppy also want to sniff around for a cicak to eat.
So busy looking that Poppy did not even come to wipe his furry face onto my hand, like he normally does when he comes into the room.
Cats talk!!
So both got banished outside.
Naughty!

Doppy grew up good

Doppy is now a big girl.

And so cute somemore.
Cat saliva sure makes the white whitest.
Look that that pristine white chest!
Mom in law has never bathed her since the day she came to their house.
I would love to give her a good bathing.

Look at the white chest and belly!!

I haven't seen Doppy since CNY.
Daddy meow went back home recently and took these pictures.
And he said she's cuter than my boys.
Ehem, now, if u know me, u should NEVER say that another cat is cuter than my 2 boys.
"She's cheating la, all that white chest and belly just makes her look cuter! How can anyone be cuter than Pops and Meow??"

He calls me pinsam to male cats.
Doppy scratches me. Don't like to be around her.
She would bitch slap my boys.
And look at her, so manja with daddy meow.

I guess it's true, male cats gravitate towards female owners.
Female cats adore male owners.
As with human boys and girls.
I guess if i wanted a baby, i should aspire for a baby boy then.
Cos baby girls would love their daddy more.
Biatch.

My boys are cuter. Even Muscat is cuter than Doppy.
Pinsam.

Cat's viewpoint

Daddy meow sure has a dry sense of humour.

He has gone to take a series of photos of what MeowMeow and Poppy see.
It cracks me up all the time when i see the pictures on Flickr.
At least it makes me happy.
We call this, 'from the cat's viewpoint'.
All photos are taken with the Iphone and it looks great.

MeowMeow looking at Poppy. For sure.

At night. MeowMeow watching telly.

Looking at Poppy sleeping on the tower. When Poppy's not on the tower, he's usually sleeping next to me, on the bench where i work. But of course, no viewpoints of that cos i will kill daddy meow.

Bored of watching Poppy. Turn to the telly again.

Watching American Idol. Boy, Meow sure watches telly a lot. Couch potato Meow!

Meow looking out longingly at the green wilderness. He wants to skulk in the grass, stalking stealthily for birdies...and rats.

Meow looking at Poppy who is being a nuisance in front of the telly. What show is that??

Poppy's viewpoint finally! Why only one? Cos Poppy rarely sits with daddy meow. Cos he loves me more. What is Poppy looking at? His tower, the vaccuum cleaner who is his best bud cos he likes to curl nearby it. Notice the stacks of magazine which never seem to go away, cos i hardly read nowadays.


Daddy meow's viewpoint. Couldn't resist this one. Look at the traitor sitting on the fat belly. I guess it's a retaliation towards me for bringing Poppy into our home.
That or I guess fat things like each other.

Show over. Till the next viewpoint.

Doesn't that make the gloomiest of days seem brighter?

Another cat is eating Muscat's food

Poor Muscat.
I usually leave food at the shoe area where he would squeeze in thru the grill to eat.
And somedays sleep there.
All nicely tucked in between daddy meow's shoes.
Which he also uses as a scratching post.
Daddy meow is so not amused.
But he has to bear with it.

Some days i wake up and it's such a pleasant surprise to see Muscat sleeping outside.
He would then stretch and expose his tummy and wait for me to rub.
And he's getting fat from all the neverending supply of food.
So much so, he doesn't just ooze easily thru the grill anymore.
His belly gets stuck, and when that goes thru, his hind legs get stuck.
And then he would have to wiggle and push his butt thru.
It's just so damn funny.
We would have to cut one of the grill soon so that the poor kitty can still come in.
But that's not the biggest problem now.

The biggest problem is, another cat is stealing Muscat's food!
I just opened the door a while ago to check if Muscat was outside and to my shock, there was this orange cat frantically pushing his head out of the grill to run away from me.
It's one of the orange twins who used to hang around in the carpark!
He saw Muscat's food and he ate it!
And while he was running away, Muscat was around the corner and saw what happened.
The grey fuzzy did not like the intruder stealing his food.
His tail went poof! and he ran after the cat, who was obviously bigger than him.
I was so afraid that the orange one would harm him.
Mommy instinct.
Even though i would love to feed the orange one as well, i feel quite protective over Muscat.
I would not like them to fight and Muscat ending up hurt as he is the smaller cat.
Small but fiesty though.
I would protect Muscat from the orange stranger and protect my 2 pampered house boys from Muscat.
And i would definitely protect Muscat and my 2 boys from Doppy.
My, what a weird circle.

The orange cat lingered in the long corridor.
Muscat sat nearby, keeping an eye on him.
And the orange one walked towards Muscat and they started meowing, loudly, looking like they were going to pounce at each other.
The orange one is another tomcat.
Didn't i say only male cats come to see me????

THIS IS NOT GOOD.
I can't be having stray cats loitering in this corridor, nearby my door!
Cos when they start to meow loudly and fight over food, the neighbours WILL COMPLAIN.
And i would be the bad person.
I can just imagine me being dragged to the developer's office (who by the way is in this apartment block) to be reprimanded. NO FEEDING STRAY ANIMALS.
It's like being in the headmaster's office.

Muscat has a loud voice.
The orange cat has an EVEN louder voice.
Very brute, very masculine.
OH NO.
This is bad.
U would think u are doing good to feed a homeless kitten but then it goes and explode in your face.
And your boys get angry with u.
Daddy meow included.
Pretty soon, as we speak, the orange stranger will be telling his twin and their grey friend with bob tail about the food he just discovered.
And the tiga sekawan will slink up to happily eat Muscat's food and loiter at the corridor.
EEEEEK. OH MY OH NO, THIS IS NOT GOOD.

I don't know. But daddy meow is gonna sure screw me up when he gets back tomorrow night.
"Tell u already don't feed but u still want to feed! See now, how???"
(big beady eyes)
If i can look this cute, maybe then he won't.














I think i will go to sleep now and mull over my predicament.

Simon's Cat 'Let Me In!'

Auwwwww......

Stolen story from my brother's Facebook

My sister's favourite cat, Meow Meow, striking a regal pose in her home.

This cat came into her life 5 1/2 years ago as a kitten. She adopted it and they became an item. The cat is so super affectionate that it will go up to her room every morning and meow outside her door till she lets it in, making it a very effective morning alarm clock.

Being a tomcat, meow meow is super restless too. It loved the outdoors and was one day hit by a motor vehicle or bicycle, fracturing its left hind leg. The cat hid itself from my sis for a week before crawling out of its hiding place underneath a drain slab, totally wasted from starvation and hours from death.

My sis and her husband rushed it to a vet who managed to reset the fractured leg and placed it on glucose drip. RM1,800++ later, it bounced back to health. Who says maintaining a pet is cheap?

But for my sis, the money is irrelevant, as the cat is her talisman as it came to her out of the blue, at a time when her life was in a state of emotional turmoil. I agreed with her and this is more than I could say for some humans, who are unmasked as gold diggers or at best fair weathered friends.

(The leg hind leg cannot be tucked in due to the fracture. My sister jokingly referred to it as meow meow's "turkey leg")

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I stole this story from my brother. Ha. Me the stealer. But i wanted to put this up as i cried when i read it. It was so touching, i want to keep it forever. i never once told my brother or mom how broken i was when MeowMeow went missing for 1 week, the 7 nights i cried and daddy meow just watched sadly, cos no matter what he said, no matter how much he hugged me, i was inconsolable. MeowMeow was my heart. How did my brother knew? I only told him much much later, after MeowMeow was found and recuperating at home. And that was just a brief story, without much emotion and all. I think perhaps my dad told him. Or that he knew. Even my mom knew how much MeowMeow meant to me.

Every time i read this story, i cry a little. Tears just come. Cos it's true, MeowMeow came into my life at that moment when my dad and mom split. Having the orange fuzzy around was the bright spot in my life. No one likes seeing their parents split. The hurt and anger from either side. The not knowing what to do, which side to take. It's like god had placed him in front of the pet shop, for me. And i knew i couldn't leave him behind.

I don't know what i would do when it's time to say goodbye. Don't take him from me so fast, please.

PoppyMeowMuscat

The boys are fine.
I know i have been rather dull lately with sad posts.
Cos i feel sad.
And when i feel sad, nothing feels funny.
But the boys are fine.
Even Muscat is fine.
They got new names.
Poppy is 'He Who Keeps Shit In Fur and Later Drops It'.
MeowMeow is 'He Who Itches On Shoulder Blades'.
Muscat is 'He Who Meows Very Loudly from Afar'.
Deaf also can hear.

I have 3 cats now.
2 live inside.
1 lives outside.
The one i don't bathe, don't clean his ears, don't do anything except stroke, pat, rub his belly.
I like. It's like having another cat without the responsibility.
All i needed to do is to ensure his bowl of food is topped up daily and fresh water is next to it.
And i love it when he hears our door opening and runs from very far, meowing terribly loudly.
Muscat squeezes thru the grill but soon, we would have to bend the grill bars further apart.
Cos his belly is expanding with all the food.
Good life.
I guess even better than the boys.
Cos Muscat gets to eat, manja and then go out and be wild.
Chase female cats.
My boys just stay at home and watch birds taunt them from the window.
But they are safe, warm and always loved.
They have a nice kitty tower.

I am a soccer mum.
All cats who come to me are male cats.
Daddy meow says i seemed more impartial towards male cats, despite always lamenting i want female cats.
"U are biased la! Can see. U don't even like Doppy and it's a she!"
"But Doppy's evil!!! Pure evil! She scratches me! Dontch like!"

Male cats are more loving and manja.
Period.

shedding season

excessive fur shedding makes me unhappy. the fleas are back. what adds to my sadness is that it could probably be muscat, who comes to the apartment with his fleas, which then jumped onto poppy. poor brown one. already he's losing fur rapidly. bathed them today and then have to spray them with frontline tomorrow, which i hate as it's horrible. imagine how the cats feel.

but i love muscat. i love to feed him and i love to walk down the corridor to see him there, meowing at me from afar. running towards me and plonking down, exposing his soft belly for me to stroke. such trust from a stray animal is the most rewarding. it makes me happy, gives me some respite from the sadness inside my heart. i wish i could find a nice home for muscat but no one seemed to want him. and he doesn't like other fuzzies, hence making him a one cat home. ironicallly, my muscat story is like a presence who keeps coming back into my life. everyday when i open our door, i would feel a sense of loss if he's not there. not knowing if he's gone away to another territory or someone has decided to take him in as a pet. but the days when i open the door and do find him there, lying on our foot rug, belly exposed, looking at me adoringly, i feel a happy high. and it's a different happy that i feel with meowz and pops. it's like i am cheating behind their back by entertaining this new rogue. he's not as cute as my boys but he has this adorable quality that i can't seem to put my finger on. it tugs at your heart and it makes u want to embrace him and protect him. it makes me happy. and that high keeps me going for another few days until i see him again. knowing that he is alright, safe and unhurt brings me a sense of relief.

muscat always returns. after 2 - 3 days, he will usually come back, meowing for me. his presence is not wanted by daddy meow and the boys. will just keep him outside, let's see how.