Doppy is...

a SHE.

Confirmed by the vet who cut cut her.

So that no male cats would come by the house to mount her.

Daddy meow texted me the message :

DOPPY's A GIRL!!!

I texted back :

Lan chiau

(how could i be so wrong about the sex?)

I should have texted back : Cibai instead. That would be more appropriate.

Eeeek...if all female cats are like that....fierce, predatory, bite bite and attack all the time, i think i would rather stick to male cats.

Doppy makes my two boys look like docile faggots with high pitched meowing voices.

Perhaps after cut cut, Doppy would be more tame. Time will tell.

The funny thing is, my mom in law calls her Kitty. But we still call it Doppy behind her back. Because we are naughty. Gee, i think i am a bad influence to her son.

HAHAHA.

Doppy, Poppy, Bobby.

Tiga sekawan.

Wake up Cat

We amused ourselves with cat videos downloaded to daddy meow's phone throughout the flight to Bangkok. Cat videos and also the morbid Happy Tree Friends. This is one of my favourite cat video by far. Bestest....the person who drew this must surely have a cat cos he captured all the cat's charateristics - kneading, the pawing on face, the 360 degree turn....SO FREAKASS CUTE.

Home is where the heart is

I am SO glad to be home.
And daddy meow is also so glad....that I am home.I think my constant whining about my boys and missing home made him mental.

At the eleventh hour before we depart to Bangkok, i was still trying to convince daddy meow to let me stuff Meowz and Pops inside the luggage.

New version of me explaining to the security during the scan :

Security : Apa ni!?? (peering closely at the tv monitor)

Me : Oh, ini.......ini kucing boneka (with my biggest bambi eyes)

Security : Kenapa macam betul betul punya kucing?

Me : Ini special edition punya kucing boneka. Macam betul punya kucing. Ada tulang tulang punya. Boleh mengiaw, boleh lari, lompat, makan...ini Beyond 2000 punya special prototaip...

But seriously...

Because I was whingeing so much, daddy meow hooked up his second laptop with camera to monitor the cats live, from Bangkok.
Heeeeeeheee.....
Miss Bossy wanted to check everyday to make sure that there are 2 cats in view.
In case if mom in law decides to bring them back to her house to play with devil Doppy.
Or, if Poppy became mischievious again and jumped out of the window.
This is how attached I am to my cats.
All the way to airport i was saying i miss the cats.
In the airport i said i miss the cats.
In the airplane i said i miss the cats.
First thing in the hotel room, log into the net to see the cats.
Second day in Bangkok and i said i was ready to go home.
I miss the cats.

I guess i miss the boys more this round because usually, when i travel, daddy meow's at home taking care of them.
But this time, neither one of us will be there.
Just the perpectual fear of something happening to them and we are not there to help drove me to paranoia land.
Or the thought of my cats feeling lonely for 3 whole days.
No one to stroke them.

The camera shows everything.
Poppy on the dining table almost everynight.
Naughty!!!
The dining table is forbidden, they know that.
Yet, the brown naughty derived such great pleasure from sleeping on it in our absence.

Our flight was at 7pm Monday but i made daddy meow change to an earlier flight at 5pm.
So that we could get home earlier.
And celebrate New Year's with Meowz and Pops.
Cos i don't know what to do also in the airport for so long.
My feet, my legs, my shoulders, my neck - all pain. PAIN!!!
Pain from the excessive walking.
I have never walked so much in my life.
But we had to pay RM200 for the earlier flight.
I feel bad...so am gonna pay daddy meow back.

So tired we were everynight that the moment daddy meow's head hits the pillow, he was in zzzz land already. No need for sheep counting.

So much for rekindling whatever romance. Some friends just don't get it when i tell them - to daddy meow, sleep means sleep. Don't wake up the sleeping tiger, very fierce when woken at ungodly hour.

And he drags me out of bed at an unholy 9.30am every morning when i am still trying to count the last sheep. Miss Dracula doesn't wake up so early. Naturally, i was grumpy.

He calls me Miss Grumpazoid. Grumpy at the breakfast table, grumpy all the way till lunch. Grumpy when tired.

After the first day, i told him, i was gonna wake up at 11.30am - go breakfast on your own and eat my share.

Second day he made me walk thru this park to the market i wanted to go to...he said it was very near.

But we walked for like ages till i was gonna bitch slap him from the crazy heat and unbearable pain in the soles of my feet. We never got to the market. Cos halfway i threw a girly tantrum and he shoved me in the cab and we went to the shopping mall instead. Air conditioning is wonderful at times when u need it. I was a royal pain in the butt.

I was so tired, i wanted to say "Pigs fly south" but it came out as "Pligs fleeth slouth"

I was slurring everywhere....tongue also tired.

I saw....a lot of legs and a lot of boobs.

Boobs everywhere.

It's like boobs galore. And the shorter the skirt, the better. Heck some girls even wore oversized men's shirt with no skirt or pants below.

But more of Bangkok later....it's time to pick up on my work.

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.

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.

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.

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.....

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.

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?

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.

Orange is sunshine

Poppy has the cutest pictures on Flickr today.
Can't stand that manja turn turtle, belly up pose.

C'est irresistible!

Geramnya.

Everytime i see that, i just want to scoop him up and squeeze.

He always sleeps like this on the floor under the fan, fur billowing softly.

Poppy hot.

Poppy too much fur.

Poppy looks like those bear rug with the head sticking up.

He always does that belly up pose to taunt us.

Taunt us to rub his belly.

But when we get close, he could make this noise as though saying "No!"

Can see, cannot touch.

What a tease.

(Hmmm...sounds like mummy)

I was a cat in my past life, that's why.

Puurrrr....

Sometimes he lets me rub puas puas.

But not daddy meow.

Daddy meow bad bad.

Always scold scold.

And pinsam to Meowz as well.

So, daddy meow cannot rub rub.

All Poppy wants is his mummy.

Even Bobby.

Everyone loves mummy.

I wanted to post some cute Poppy sleeping with me pics but i can't them on this computer.

I have too many pics here, there, everywhere.

Ah well, too bad.

But looky here...my apartment is crawling with stray cats. Ever since we moved in, the place has become a cat place.

From none to 5 or more.

They keep giving birth.

2 become 4.

Eventually......

4 become 10.

10 become 20.

20 become 50.

Cat explosion!

Oooohhh....mummy very happy when 'eventually' comes.

Pussy cats everywhere.

How did cats come about at my apartment?

It is a dog's territory.

No cats when we moved in.

They must have sensed that Queen Pussy Cat is living here, hence, they followed.

The two orange pussy cat twins in the picture above are always around.

I want!

I love.....ORANGE cats.

They are like furry sunshine.

Makes me happy to see an orange cat.

Let me see...i always have this standing joke with Mr. Dum Dum.

That i want to collect only orange cats.

I know i know, why Poppy then?

That one mistake la. Happened one night when i was probably on sugar high.

Poppy must never know!

I could never love Poppy less now. He grows on me.

My alter ego, the evil one.

Anyway, i said i only wanted orange cats.

Must be tempang. Cos Meowz' is tempang, after his accident, which nearly cost him his back leg.

And must be a stray cat as well.

So i can form an association - ATOC.

Association of Tempang Orange Cats.

If i can't be the president of SPCA, then i can be president of ATOC.

And Meowz will be my vice president.

Poor Pops, outnumbered by colour.

Flickr this and that

I think daddy meow’s gone overboard with his Flickr.
He discovered that he could take photos with his I Phone and upload instantaneously to Flickr.
Trigger happy daddy meow.
No shit – better not take me!
The guy’s now obsessed in taking Meowz and Pops doing anything and everything.
With his new phone.
Seriously, one day i should just hide his phone so that he's not so obssessed with it.
Even Poppy want to pangsai in peace also cannot.
(See picture of Poppy in the kitty litter box in Flickr)
Some idiot would come and take poor Pops’ picture in the kitty litter and then run off laughing.
Hahah..poor cats.
But I must admit, even without flash capability, the photos are of superior quality.
At least he could tidy the background before taking photos.
My mom will see how messy my place is!
So bloody embarrassing.
Somemore it’s his Flickr account so I can’t go in and delete the photos if I wanted to.
He even took pictures of other people’s dogs!
Gawd, what ugly dogs they are.

Poor scared Meowz

Poor Manja MeowMeow.

Festivals are always tough for the old fuzzy as he hates the sound of firecrackers.

And there has been A LOT of firecrackers since yesterday.

I doubt that the fireworks are released by indians celebrating Deepvali.

I think it's more like the ah bengs living nearby.

Stupid people.

CNY is even worse for poor Meowz - non stop fireworks all through the night.

The poor thing would find the darkest corner and squeeze himself into it.

Head low low, body low low.

Normally he would crept slowly into the guest bathroom and lie there quietly.

No amount of coaxing or bribery with cuttlefish strips would get him out.

Last CNY i spent stroking Meowz and closing his ears when there's a loud explosion.

U know, the biggies.

Poor thing.

Cats hear ten times better than humans and even dogs.

So, it is extremely loud for him.

But Pops is utterly fearless.

Poppy Power!!

Super Poppy.

Whilst Meowz looks like this

Oh no, fireworks again!

Poppy looks like this

Fireworks, what fireworks?

Ok, those are old pictures. Now as we speak, Poppy's perched nonchalantly at the window looking out into the dark sky laced with fireworks.

Meowz is in the bathroom, all balled up, quaking in fear.

Poppy's really shaggy nowadays. So much fur, he looks like a carpet sometimes.

I should seriously get my own camera so i can capture these moments.

Without relying on daddy meow's camera. But he will ask me why - since i don't like to cam whore. Maybe i should cam whore one day.

How senseless is my blog

Dry humour of the day :

Me asking daddy meow - "Let's audition for Amazing Race Asia 3"
What a hoot.
Me, who don't like to be filmed, don't like to backpack - want to endure hardship on Amazing Race?
It's like the royal Poh-Pooi-Ness saying she wants to eat dirt.
I would be like making him do everything, all the road blocks, the jumping stunts, etc.


Understatement of the day :

Daddy meow saying to me - "RATION! RATION THE ICE CREAM!"
Yeah, that is not in a cat's vocabulary.
I eat when i want to.
Come to u when i want to.
Meow.


Biggest insult of the week :

Daddy meow saying to me - "Update your photographic memory chip la. U mentally take a picture of this landmark in your brain and then when u take the next one, u have to erase the one before becos not enough RAM".

Bah.
I need to drive myself to Genting this Friday.
Not to gamble.
For work.
Hope my photographic memory doesn't fail me.


Most true statement of the year :

Daddy meow saying to me - "Pops is just as naughty and evil as u. U are mummy Pops and I am daddy Meowz."
As in, Pops belong to me.
The naughty one.

Two very evil cats

Cats are habitual creatures.
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 .

Cats are evil, pure evil.
They may look aloof most of the time but their minds are always scheming.