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.