Docile Doppy

Kitty a.k.a Doppy the girl cat.
Seems that after cut cut, she's tamer.
She will still bite hands but it's less aggressive than before.
I haven't visited her since the last time she bit and scratched me and caused marks.
She is a cutie pie, isn't she?

Ok, my boys are cuter but she does have a nice colour combination for her fur coat. And a long tail.

Look at that. Grovelling all over daddy meow's feet. I love white fur on cats. They look clean. Always white, always bright. Daddy meow once said, the secret in keeping their white fur so white lies in their saliva. When they lick their fur coat, the saliva acts like bleach to whiten the fur. Hence, it never gets dirty or turn dirty white.
Hmmm....Meow's white chest is always white.
Cat saliva....bottle it up and sell it to housewives. They would love it.
Cat saliva, better than bleach.

Yeah right, babe.

Cherish the moments

Poppy’s starting to get very possessive of me.
Ever since he slept on the bench next to me while I worked, he’s been jumping up and lounging on the bench whenever I am on it.
Taking over what was once Meowzer’s spot on the bench.
Poor Meowzers.
When the orange one comes nearby, Poppy would paw at his face.
And a cat fight ensues.
U work and suddenly hear this disgruntled meow!....auw! hiss….U know what is happening.
So, this is how it is.
I have boy cats fighting over me.
Ha ha ha ha.

Poppy follows me everywhere.
Yesterday night when I was washing clothes, the cookie monster just sat nearby and looked up at me with those huge eyes.
I think Meowzers puts up a lot with Poppy.
The old fuzzy has to share everything, including his mummy.
Such patience is always rewarded with a G-Spot scratch and sotong strips.
I had to scoop up the orange one who was sleeping nicely on the sofa and put him next to me on the bench.
I sometimes wonder if Meowzers feels a bit sad. Cos everything’s taken away from him since his accident.
His freedom to roam, his original house with garden (my dad’s house), my undivided attention, etc.
Some days he looks really sour, like me.
I wonder what is in that kitty mind.
Some days I would come up to him and he would meow at me. Again and again.
Very verbal.
It’s like we are having a conversation only none of us could understand each other.
Most days he prefers to sit with daddy meow on the recliner, either on daddy meow’s belly or next to him, all squashed up.
The old fuzzy seems to be sitting less with me nowadays.
That’s cos I always sit on the bench, working.
I miss the lap cat.
Perhaps I am a little jealous deep down that he always sits with daddy meow.
This is my cat, the one I scooped up years ago, just when he was a little ball of fluff.
The cat I have played hide and seek a lot with when we were at my dad’s house.
The cat I have driven back home during lunch hour to bring food for him as I didn’t have cat biscuits yet.
The cat I cried for, for 1 whole week when he went missing.
The cat I visited almost every day in the vet’s clinic when he was recuperating from his leg operation, sitting in front of his cage talking and stroking his head for hours.
The cat I spoon fed everyday when he was still traumatized from his accident to eat solid food for 3 whole months.
The cat my dad would never hurt because he knows if he even so lifts a finger onto Meowzers, he would lose his daughter forever (he told my aunt that)

It’s more than I could love anyone in my lifetime.
But I did bad things 2 times.
I had kicked Meowzers once when I was really angry at him biting my hand constantly.
I had smacked him hard a few times when he was in the violent mood and kept attacking my legs, drawing blood.
I am forever trying to make up for those incidents.

My baby is 6++ years old now. 4 more years or so left.
I don’t know how to be able to cope when the day comes. I seriously don’t know.
Boy, am getting a bit misty writing this.
Why am I writing so much about my cats?
This is afterall, my cat journal.

Videos of when he used to chase me around. We have more of these but I don’t want to post everything up. Cos i sound so spastic in these videos. From the hissing to the shrill shrieks of laughter when the orange one charges at me....plus my wrong grammar in my subtitles.

I am retarded afterall, so who cares? Enjoy the video at my expense.

Cats in perspective view

Always, the dark clouds part and sun shines through.

The boys always make me smile.

Such posers.

MeowMeow and Pops are not best buds, but they sure know how to chase each other for fun.

I wouldn't trade them for anything else in this world.

Happy is putting it midly

I got to post this up before i sleep.
Cos i am so happy it's like words can't fully describe it.
But still i wanna remember.

Pops was sitting next to me on the bench while i surfed the net.
And i paused to stroke his head.
He got up and sat closer to me, push his fuzzy head against my right hip and stayed like that, while i stroked his head a couple of times, looking down at him.
And then i said : "Mummy loves u so much Poppy. U love mummy or not?"
In which, the brown fuzzy lifted his head, looked at me and meowed.
Like on cue.
It was like he just replied me "Yes mummy!"

AUW.......ISN'T THAT FREAKING CUTE???
One could just die from all that cuteness.
I didn't make this up.
It seriously happened!!!!!
Shitz!
Poppy understands English! English speaking cat!

Miss Naughty touched stray cat

I just touched a stray cat sleeping on someone's car in my apartment's car park!

An orange cat!

It was so retarded that daddy meow was just laughing his ass off.

Came back from dinner and saw this orange ball on someone's car boot.

Sleeping quietly.

Apparently quite deeply as well.

This was one of the 2 orange teenage cats that grew up at my apartment's car park.

I just saw all three of them the other day, having breakfast at the main dumpster area.

So, naturally, i squeaked in delight when i saw the cat sleeping.

I crept slowly towards the car.

Which was about 12 feet away.

Tip toed like Pink Panther.

Crept up and stopped.

Then crept again.

Slowly.

Stop.

And finally, i got up close enough and the cat was still sleeping!

He didn't hear me at all.

I reached out and stroked his back 3 times.

The cat woke up with a blur face and looked at me while i was still stroking him.

And then when he realised what was really happening, he gave a tiny alarmed meow! and lunged off the car. It was a rude awakening for him, I guess.

But i got to stroke the kitty 3 times!!

So swaku, right? But i love to touch any cat.

Never could resist.

Mummy meow likes.

It's not the first time i have crept up to these cats.

They seem to like to sleep together, sometimes on top of each other...so cute!

Meow and Pops never do that.

I guess cats have to be in the same womb to sleep huddled together.

Like how they were in their mummy's womb.

These are the pics we took of them sleeping.

I want cats who sleep on top of each other!

Cheap thrill is when u get to touch other cats.

More pictures....

The boss of daddy meow's recliner.

The boss of the dining table which is now my work table.

The boss of the bed (bosses, actually).

The cutesy dead cat pose.

The round ball sleeping pose with a little tongue sticking out.

My pussy.

The "I can't stand u but i want to sleep on this pillow too."...

The "Oh no, I am at the vet" look

The "I worship mummy" pose

One big happy family. Me and the boys.

The many pictures of the boys

The look of wishful thinking. Poppy wants to chase birdies!

The kaki tempang.

The pretty boy who poses pretty well.

The itchy G-Spot.
The constant grooming.

I have so many pictures of Meowz and Pops yet it never bores me. I could have 1 million pictures of them in the same pose but i will still love each and every picture.

My boys are my #1.

I must have been a cat in my previous life.

How could u love something(s) so much?

Like when i saw MeowMeow sitting outside the pet shop, this dirty yet adorable looking stray looking up at me with this pitiful eyes, I knew i couldn't leave him behind. I would have fought tooth and nail to bring him home if i had too.

I meowed at him and he meowed back.

I fell in love immediately.

Or like when i saw Poppy in another pet shop, all crammed up in this tiny cat cage. I couldn't take my eyes off the fuzzy cos he looked like a miniature fox. But someone had paid deposit for him and i had to say goodbye.

But weeks and weeks later, in the same pet shop, Poppy was still there. The person had not come and collect him, despite putting a deposit. And i left to go to Ikea with daddy meow but halfway there, i had to call the pet shop owner and asked him if I could still have Poppy. And he said, yes.

That was the happiest moment.

If someone paid deposit but didn't collect him for that long, it means that someone wouldn't have wanted Poppy that badly, right? I wanted Poppy badly. I think I have provided Poppy with more love than that person ever could.

The boys are well loved.

Bangkok and all of it's glory

I kinda forgot already where i went in Bangkok....
Hmmm...
This is why i should always write things down immediately, not wait till later...
Old already.

Bangkok is ......ok la.

Not as I had expected it.

I expected more - but it was kinda...like that only ah?

That is in context of shopping.

No, i didn't go to any touristy sightseeing temples or whatnot.

With Sarah Chin, it's shopping places.

Which explains why I didn't visit Eiffel Towel when i was in Paris.

Cos i was too busy in department stores.

Yes, i am uncultured. I don't care for this kinda things.

HAHAHA.

I summed up Bangkok to a few points.

Point #1

Thai people really LOVE their king.

U see the king's face everywhere.

On buildings, billboards.

Blind also can see.
So happened that it's his 80th year of rulership and everywhere u go, u will see his face. Quite a handsome fella also. If u draw nonsense on his poster, like give him a moustache or mole or worse, draw obscenities like kotek and vagina on it, u can be hung to death.

They love their king.

Respect their king.

Daddy meow : "Since u are such a princess and u love Thai food so much, that must be your long lost father la"

Me : "Ya lor....i am the missing daughter...no wonder i feel so at home with Thai food"

In Malaysia, it's like - how does our king look like? Seriously, i don't remember his face. But i can remember the Thai King's face anytime now.

Point #2
Som tam (papaya salad) and thab tim krop (red ruby) is much nicer in Malaysia.

Horrors.

These are my favourites.

And they suck in Bangkok.

The red ruby is not crunchy, it's like powdery.

Miss Naughty very sad.

Point #3

Market street food does not look as appetising as those in magazines.

Photography trick habis.
They show u sticks and sticks of meat balls, prawn balls, fish balls, balls everywhere, looking tantalising and savoury...

The actual thing looks yucky.

Those sold in pasar malam here looks more appetising.

Point #4

Be prepared to say goodbye to most of your money to taxi and tuk tuk drivers.

Lesson of the day - if u get in and tell them where u want to go, they will use the meter.

Which is cheaper.

If u get in and tell them where u want to go AND ASK HOW MUCH - that's where they automatically will tell u an obscene amount of money and won't use the meter.

So, NEVER ASK HOW MUCH.

GET IN, SHUT THE DOOR, TELL THEM WHERE U WANNA GO AND SHUT UP.

However, after midnight, most taxis don't want to use meter.

Petrol is RM3.20/litre there...it's expensive for them...so they charge a lot.

If use meter, tip.

If they say 300 baht upfront, then don't need to tip. It's all in there.

Point #5

Tuk-tuks are fast and scary. And not necessarily cheaper than taxi, which has air con.

Point #6

All u ever drink there is coconut.
Coconuts everywhere.

Till i became sugar high from all the coconut.

My new nickname is Coco-Nutty.

Just imagine Nutty with a coconut on his head, not a candy apple.

Point #7
It is known as the land of rip off. The first rip off is in the airport. Never get airport taxi, thinking it's convenient and the right thing to do. It costs 1,300 bahts (RM130) to get to our hotel. It only costed us 325 bahts from hotel to airport with regular cab.

Point #8

There is hardly any tong sampah around. The Thais spent so much on making collosal malls like Centraworld (biggest mall in Southeast Asia) but they don't spend on basic necessities like tong sampah.

So, after all that coconut, where to throw? Daddy meow was walking with coconut, trying to find a bin but no bins. Until he walked into Gaysorn mall, he realised he was walking into a posh mall like Starhill.

Daddy meow : "Oh shit, i am walking in Starhill with a coconut"

Me : "They just scanned my bag....did they scan your coconut?? HAHAHAH!!"

Daddy meow : "No la..."

Me : "But what if u are a maniac with a bomb in the coconut? They not smart leh...scan bags only"

Makes sense, what i said right??? Anyway, seeing him holding that coconut, walking past posh boutiques like Gucci, Givenchy, Aigner, Chanel, just made me laugh so hard, i couldn't breathe for a few seconds. And the laughing fit went on forever. Daddy meow was no amused.

So, dustbins are sacred. If u find one, it's your lucky day. So, think twice before u buy something from the street. This photo of tong sampah i took when at Bangkok airport. Cos it was there....a dustbin!!!

Point #9

Don't go to tiger shows cos they cheat u kau kau. No, we didn't go cos daddy meow says it's not sexy. Cos the girls look ugly. Kotek also cannot get hard. Most of them are ugly. The pretty ones are not pure women. In Patong, we passed by rows and rows of these seedy bars, where from the front entrance, u will see lotsa these girls dancing on the long catwalk like podiums, dressed in bikini. And guys outside will entice u to go in by shoving laminated paper in your face that says :

Pussy smoke ping pong

Pussy smoke cigarrettes

Pussy smoke razor

And whole lot of others that i can't remember...

What fun is it to see a girl stuff ping pong into her pussy? A few of them keep shoving that paper in MY face, not daddy meow's. I want to see kotek, not pussy!

Point #10

Chatucak market is too hyped up. It's not THAT great.

It is a place where u get really cheap, sorry looking clothes.

I didn't buy anything there...except for PORK RIBS.

These was the ONLY nice street food i had seen by far.
Pork is good. Of course, Mr. Pork got all excited with char siew ribs. More excited than seeing girls in bikini, jiggling away on bar tops.

Don't go to Chatucak market. Seriously. It's lame. Just big but so what? Hot like hell, nothing nice to buy. Seriously, i never go to Petaling Street to buy, why am i going to Chatucak??

So, i hardly bought anything in all the markets i went to. The only markets that are nicer and for girls are : Pratunam market and Suan Lum night bazaar.

But even then, i didn't buy much of anything. Nicer clothes in Malaysia. All that money went to taxi, food and coconuts.

Point #11

Jim Thompson.

My favourite.

I only go to Bangkok for Jim Thompson, really.

But taxi and tuk tuk drivers for some reason don't fancy taking u to Jim Thompson shops.
"I bring u to Thai Silk, cheaper"

And they will bluff u by saying Jim Thompson is closed for the holidays.

One taxi driver said i will bring u to Jim Thompson factory outlet and so we said yes. But it wasn't. It was a generic Thai Silk outlet. Bugger.

These people don't understand - branding. It has to be Jim Thompson silk. I don't want any generic Thai silk! Daddy meow knows my habits well enough. It's just like - i don't want cheap perfume when i can buy a Gucci perfume!??

Daddy meow : "Ya lor...take an ugly piece of silk thing and put Jim Thompson brand on it and u will buy..."

By the time we actually got to Jim Thompson's shop, we had to take a picture of it cos it felt like the forces out there DID NOT WANT US TO GO TO JIM THOMPSON'S SHOPS.

Naturally, i looked like i cleared the store with all the bags i bought. I love their fuss free bags which are not that expensive at all.

Consider this, a RM130 - RM240 Jim Thompson bag vs a RM3000- RM10,000 Gucci bag.

Or the other way....Rm130 - RM240 Jim Thompson bag vs a cheap generic bag which could also cost about RM90 - RM150, depending on design.

But i didn't buy the bags all for myself. 3 bags for the 3 girls, 1 for my mom, 1 for my mom-law, 2 for me. I looked like a bag lady.

Daddy meow : "Are u mad? How many bags u wanna buy lar? Do the 3 girls deserve such a gift? Wah lan ne.....?"

We had so many JT plastic bags when we walked out, i told daddy meow :

"Ok, i got what i came to Bangkok for. My mission is done. I am ready to go home!"

Ok, so all my money went to Jim Thompson, taxi, food and coconuts.

Point #12

It's ok to wear really short skirts there. No auntie will frown at u. No one will stare at you either. Which is NICE.

Point #13

A lot of pervy old gwailos with young Thai girl with Sadako hair. Hmmmm...

That's it....that's all i can think of....for now...

Daddy meow : "So, when and where's our next trip???"

Grrrrrrr........

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.....