Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Growing up

Buy a cat and you get 2 pairs of shoes for free. Is that a good deal?
I couldn't resist.
She's naughtier than Poppy!
Jumped into my paperbag as soon as I turned my head. She fitted in so nicely I thought what the heck, let's take photos. And she just sat there and camwhored for me.

Little Le Poo is getting bigger. Her head's still small though but she has this squishy, ultra soft boob-like tummy that is just too funny to look at. I mean, it's weird, she's not obese or anything but yet there is this saggy gut which resembles droopy human breasts. It's like she needs a bra or something. Looks very obscene but you can't really tell from photos.

She lives like a queen, acts like one too. Look at that high and mighty pose.Since MeowMeow passed away, I allowed the cats to do pretty much anything they want. Including sitting on the dining table while we eat dinner. Horrors. My mum would faint if she saw how close Le Poo sits to our food. She has no discipline and I guess that's largely thanks to me who just spoils her like there is no tomorrow. Poppy's equally spoilt too, sleeping in the air-conditioned room with us almost everynight, leaving furballs everywhere. I had never allowed all this before. Guess I am sorta making it up by letting the furry ones get away with things MeowMeow was never allowed to do. Sorta makes me feel better in some ways. Imagine if I had kids. They would be spoilt rotten.

Feeding them both while I eat my dinner as well. Multi-tasking!
Unlike Poppy or MeowMeow, little Le Poo has a fetish for feet. She loves coming up to my feet to rub her furry face all over it. It's nice, but only if she knows to keep her mouth shut while she does it. But she doesn't. She rubs her face across my feet while with her mouth open, baring sharp leetle fangs that will draaaag across my skin. Major ouch! By the time she finishes (which is a long time), my feet will be sore and wet with cat drool. Euw. But I tolerate anyway cos I am such a sucker for kitty attention. She like to do this in the wee hours of the morning when I am still asleep. Firstly, she meows loud and long enough for daddy meow to surrender and open the door to let her in. Then she ambles to the bed and to my exposed feet and mashes her face onto it with her mouth open. Every effective wakeup call!

Pops hasn't really taken to her. Still hisses if she comes too close to him. I guess they will never really be great pals, just like how MeowMeow and Poppy had never been tight. Ah well. Poppy sometimes prefers to sleep all by himself in the bedroom even when we are all outside in the living room, just to avoid her. Too naughty and lively, even for him!
xoxox