No daddy tonight

Yin and yang.

Cos they are the balance and harmony in my life.
Pets will always love you, no matter what.
The boys miss daddy meow tonight.
And i left my handphone in the office.
Need to go get it back (grrrrr).
Old already, like MeowMeow. What to do?

Me up, u down

Majestic Meow and Peasant Poppy.

A while ago, i wrote about daddy meow breaking the old 2-storey cat perch and he bought this new yellow one with paw prints all over it.

It started off with Poppy branding the new kitty perch and sleeping on it day after day.

One day, i think they fought.

And after that, Meowz seemed to have gained exclusive rights on the new perch.

Poppy hasn't touched it since.

Meowz : "This is mine now! U touch it and I punch you one hor! And sit on you!"

Meowz can be a big bully cos he's bigger and fatter.

Poor Pops.
Cats like to be on high ground. The higher, the better.

And Poppy's demoted to the smaller, older perch. Old and gray.

Hence, Majestic Meow and Peasant Poppy.

Peasants live on low ground. Royalty on high ground.

It used to be Pops on top like this :

But now it's like this :

Pops : Bugger, the orange one has the top spot. How to overthrow him? (scheme, scheme)

I miss Pops doing this :

And this :

Poor Pops. Demoted to peasant status and relegated to eat out of the tong sampah (dustbin).

Nah, that's just Pops being naughty as usual.

Boys in bed

Furry boys in bed. They don't do this all the time.
But when they do, it's happy time for them cos they get to lie next to or on top of mummy meow.
Leaving fur everywhere.
And dragging their never-wiped-asses all over the bed.
Euw.
But hey, when u love something so much, it's ok.
Cos i have those sticky carpet rollers to remove all traces of MeowMeow's orange cheddar cheese-like fur droppings and Poppy's soft tumbleweed-like ones...
Thank god for the inventor of sticky carpet rollers....
As for the asses...well, i have seen them licking their asses before, so it's as good as wiping it with toilet paper, right?



Hear Poppy cooo in bed...
The pet shop cat probably lived next to pigeons in the pet shop for a while, that's why he doesn't purr like a normal cat, but coos....
Coo cooo....
Yes, Poppy is one funny funny cat.
Daddy meow always say i should make him into a show cat. Cos he's so weird looking with buck teeth and that cooing pigeon-like purring is just too funny.
Unless of course, all mainecoon persian mix purrs like a pigeon.

The background noise in the video's a bit loud but it was done in purpose so that u can hear Poppy doing his famous pigeon coo....

Don't steal my boyfriend

This post is about daddy meow. I know, this is a cat journal, but it's still ok....cos daddy meow is a cat too. That's why he's called daddy meow.
And cos he's naughty, so i write about him.

I wanna write about the time when daddy meow stole my boyfriend.
Gasp.
Yes, he did. He stole and pretended he didn't in the morning after.
I had to sleep without my boyfriend the whole night and it was NOT nice.

I believe everyone has something to hug in bed.
When we were small, we have our boo boo bankie or our pookie bear or our lumpy pillow.
And that habit is hard to break.
I used to have my boo boo bankie (which was my parent's pink comforter) till the day i moved house.
It was so old that daddy meow said that there was enough of my skin flakes in the comforter to make another me. A clone.
And yet, i refused to throw it.

Him : Oooi!!! Bursting already la! Cotton coming out already...throw away la!
Me : (stuffing the cotton back in) No, where got??? I don't see any cotton bursting out....where got?

Cos it's my boo boo bankie.
No amount of threatening or tempting me with a new comforter would make me part with my pink one.
Cos it was soft and snuggly.
Even ratting on my bad habit to my mom did not make any impact.

And now, since i have finally thrown away (sob!) my boo boo bankie (he forced me to), i have directed my affections to a fat pillow which i brought along from my dad's house. Of course, daddy meow wanted me to throw it away too but i reasoned adamantly that since i threw away myself (my pink boo boo bankie), i should have at least my fat pillow to keep.
(big teary eyes)
"It's gross! The fat pillow's just as old! It's OLD!"
(bigger teary eyes)
"Ok kkkk....keep la! Bah!!! "

U probably wondering how he got me to give up my pink boo boo bankie. He just refused to let me bring it, cos he said a PINK comforter does not go well with the timber decor of the apartment. Daddy meow had put his feet down. Biatch. Annoying architect.

But the fat pillow stays.

So, my fat pillow is my boyfriend. I hug it every night to sleep cos someone is not the huggy type in bed. Says i emanate too much body heat.
So, i two timed daddy meow with my pillow boyfriend.
It's fat and cuddly.
I like to bury my head into my pillow, my face pressed up against it.
Sorta comforting in a way.
It's the best hug. Soft, cushiony, so far no one has come close to the hug i get from my fat pillow.
A bit spastic also, cos everytime daddy meow wakes up, he would just see a fat pillow next to him, not my face, cos it's all hidden, burried into the softness of the pillow.

In fact, i spend so much time with my fat pillow, it's really like my boyfriend. It's with me when i am happy, sad, melanchonic, mad, lazy...i hug it to death. My pillar of soft comfort.

Lately...the brain has been complaining that HIS pillow is no longer supporting his head. Too flat already...heheh....head too heavy with all that pork infested BRAIN.
And he's been eyeing my fat pillow.
Cos it's fat, not flat, like his.
A few times he had nonchalantly taken it and rested his heavy head on it and said...."Ahhhh...this is nice"...just to have me rudely yank it from under his head.
NO ONE STEALS MY BOYFRIEND. AND MAKES IT FLAT.

But ONE fine night a few months ago.......i came into the bedroom and saw him sleeping on MY boyfriend! And he was so deep in slumber i could not bear to wake him up. Cos like i said, a sleeping tiger is very fierce when woken up at an ungodly hour. Grrr....what did he leave me? His flat pillow. Nicely placed onto my side of the bed.
I stared daggers at him till i feel asleep.

The flat pillow didn't feel quite right.
It was too flat. So i chucked it aside.

Next morning......

Me : SOMEONE stole my boyfriend last night!
Him : Who? (feigning shock)
Me : U la! U!! U!!! I wanted to whack u with your flat pillow!
Him : No, i didn't...no no....
Me : Bah, then when u woke up this morning, u put the fat pillow on my side...like as though u never used it...bugger...
Him : That's cos i never used it...no...No...no....(la li la li la)

U should have seen his 'innocent' face.

Me : Stop making my pillow flat la...i like it FAT! Your pillow was so flat, it felt weird hugging it.
Him : Treat it like a skinny boyfriend la.
Me : U know i like a bit of meat. I never had a skinny boyfriend...oh wait, yeah, i did...
Him : Bah.

That night itself, daddy meow took out a new pillow from the closet to sleep on. He asked whether i wanted to have a fresh new boyfriend so he could take mine.
NO WAY.
My boyfriend is the best hug. Period.

Beauty in words

Beautiful words of wisdom shared by Jin Nee, ex-colleague. She had read it somewhere and put it up on her MSN and they are so lovely that i put it up here to keep it close to my heart.

Have a dog or many dogs or cats in your life. These are your anchors to windward and your unfailing source of love.

And the other is so apt for me....

They say that falling in love is wonderful, and that the best is falling in love with what you have...:

My evil minions

hello, who are these 3?
tiga sekawan. 3 naughty cats who hang around the compound and steal muscat's food.

2 of them are orange! twins - they look really alike! one with longer tail than the other though.

the other is a grey with bobtail.

all tomcats with huge balls.

only male cats hang around queen pussy cat's domain.

my little minions.

what was once a dog territory has become a pussy haven.

mummy meow liketh vely vely much.

mummy meow's fan base growing.

much to daddy meow's horror.

ok, so these are the cats who sleep on top of each other. which i snuck a stroke, much to their utter shock. kacau people sleeping only.

i watched them since kittens, happily running here and there, their butts hanging out of the garbage disposal dump, and sleeping at night, all curled up on top of each other.

dunno who their parents are though.

one thing for sure - the mom's cat is orange and the papa cat is grey! Or vice versa!

now they are teenagers.
they are not friendly. muscat doesn't like them.

especially the 2 orange evil twins.

who resembles Lifty and Shifty from Happy Tree Friends.

Who steals everything.

i don't feed them. they steal muscat's food. period.

Poppy is one of a kind...

poppy cavorting with danger.

it's daddy meow. how irresponsible, leaving THAT electric charged thing on the floor.

for the bodoh-bodoh-happy-go-lucky poppy to embrace as his new friend (his best friend is the vacuum cleaner's hose).

poppy's probably went "hey, whatz theeez? hmmm...i shall use it as my pillow!"

and that he did. probably the whole night until daddy meow woke up the next morning and saw him like this.

sigh.

daddy meow never learns.

poppymeow never learns also.

cockeyed optimist poppy.

anything naughty he will do.

mummy always has to make sure dangerous things are stored away.

or not we will get fried poppy one day.

meowmeow would be happy if that happens tho.

look at the brown fur rug on my floor. isssh. he's all fur, no meat.

Muscat rescue

only people who love animals would bother to risk their lives to rescue a stray animal in distress.

here's muscat sleeping on one of the beams above the carpark.

but this beam's not that high.

muscat got stuck really high up outside someone else's mini 'balcony' up on the 2nd floor. it was really high up. and with no whatsoever way to actually jump down. it was mind boggling how he got there in the first place. he was meowing non stop the entire night and daddy meow said, nevermind, leave him be. if he knew how to jump up there, he would know how to get down safely. so worried me went to sleep.

but come afternoon the next day which was a sunday, muscat was still stuck at the same spot, still meowing on top of his kitty voice, looking terribly scared and hungry. i couldn't stand it. so both of us like real stupid idiots tried to rescue him. to cut the long story short, we managed to get muscat to safety by coaxing him with canned fish. how did we do it is beyond my ability to detail out in written words. but it involved a ladder, us standing precariously on the ledge, daddy meow's strong but sore arms and me with canned fish.

and both of us fell down from the ledge, fortunately not onto the ground below, but onto the corridor. it was painful as i landed on the side of my butt.

and despite all the ruckus and my screaming when we both slipped and fell, no one came to check us out. no one. some good neighbours we have. no one opened their doors.

i remember i wanted to cry so much but i held back my tears. cos without thinking much, i had risked not only my life, but someone else' son's life as well. what would i say to his mom if he broke his leg or back? and who would take care of meow and pops if something bad happened to the both of us? no, i didn't cry or say anything but just lowered my head to hide my wet eyes while stroking muscat's head, who was gorging the canned fished like there was no tomorrow.

i guess the frustration and anxiety of rescuing muscat made my hormones go all haywire.

oh, please never tell me anything on animal suffering unless u want to see my cry.

and after that ordeal, muscat got stuck AGAIN at the same place the next morning!

daddy meow left for work and 2 minutes later, bursted into the bedroom to tell me so.

oh man. but we couldn't do much and didn't want to risk falling again...daddy meow told the guard about muscat and by the time i left for work, muscat was not there anymore! hmmm.....either the guard had a super long ladder or the very naughty muscat always knew how to get down without help. just looking for attention.

or perhaps....the owner of that apartment's balcony did not like cats and chucked muscat out there, sick and twisted as it may sound.

who is the owner of my shoes?

ah, so daddy meow's not too pleased with me hiding this blog from him for such a long time. since aug 2007 somemore! where got time to facebook? my kitty blog and work keep me busy.

whatever....daddy meow has his toy car, i have my kitties.

fair and square, right daddy meow?

pops loves my shoes. i don't know why. i would come home from work, take off my shoes and stand there calling him to come to me so i could pat his furry head but the brown one would prefer to sit next to my shoes, rolling on it, branding it with his cheek or nibble on it. gnaw gnaw gnaw...eeekkk

here's the naughty one next to my orange sneakers, if u could call them that.

we didn't put him like that, he actually went and sat in the middle of the shoe. isn't poppy just so annoyingly cute? look at his santa claus beard!

biting and branding it with his pussy cat glands...so that this shoe is now poppy's.

orange one jealous....i don't have a picture of what happened a few seconds before the picture below...but what happened was that the orange one did not like the attention we were giving to poppy and he skulked over and tried to bite poppy's head. but that's normal. that's meowz' telling poppy to "get lost! this shoe is now MINE. cos i am the king of the house".

poor pops. see, that's what happens when pops doesn't grow...all fur, no meat, how to rule over majestic meow la?

eventually, the little one slinked away and the orange one would be sitting by my shoe, possesively guarding it. sigh. imagine if i had 20 cats.

i bet if doppy were there, she would bitch slap both of them and rule over my shoes instead.

well, at least my boys don't scratch my shoes. muscat does that to daddy meow's shoes outside. sharp talons scrapping on expensive leather. ha ha ho ho. daddy meow's not pleased at all.