Poppy the naughty cat

Some days, I just don't want to blog anymore.

Cos I have so much work to do, it's just not funny at all.

But when I look at all my cats' photos, I see so many stories I want to capture for this journal.
So many photos, so little time.

I found baby Poppy photos.
So cute, yet so weird at the same time.
We always say, Pops never really looked that cute.
In fact, when I got him, daddy meow asked me "What do u see in him anwyay? Big eyes, big paws, dumbo ears..."
Dunno. I see a cat with an interesting marble coat.
And big yeti-like paws which still amuses me to no end today.

Back to baby photos.Poppy was quite weird looking then.
With even HUGER gollywog eyes than now.
Look at those 'hypnotic' eyes.
Took him a while to 'even' out his proportions and look somewhat more normal.
But then, as his eyes shrank a little, his fang started to grow.
Out.
Poppy can kill with his fang. Ok, maybe not.
He can poke a fishball with his fang.
Do they have cat braces?

Even if there is, I wouldn't have wanted it to be corrected. As long as Pops can eat somewhat ok with his tooth like that, it's ok.
I think it gives Pops a bit more character.
My little fang face.

I sometimes get wet nose kisses from MeowMeow the orange cat, but I would get a fang poked into my nose if Pops were to give me a wet nose kiss.
Still looks quite cute at certain angles....

Poppy's really a handful. He's noisy, he's stubborn and he doesn't like to be cuddled.
But he sure loves to hang out with me. And sleep on my belly or between my legs on his own accord. One time, I fell asleep on the recliner, just to wake up later to find a furball nestled on my belly, sleeping contentedly. Poppy had floated onto my belly while i was asleep. He is that light.
Poppy never really grew. He's actually quite a small cat.

A mainecoon persian who is terribly small.

Above all, Poppy's terribly naughty.
So naughty that I call him Poppy-is-naughty. That's his whole name.

But i won't sell him ever. I know i gripe a lot about how naughty he is, but no sell.
Even if someone offers a heck of an amount.
Cos i don't think anyone would be able to stand Poppy. He's a cat who is unlike a cat.
He doesn't cover up his scent after peeing or pooing.
In fact, MeowMeow has to go into the cat litter box to do that for Poppy.
Poppy only knows how to dig into the sand for fun, like how a dog would dig furiously into sand to bury or find a bone.
Sand flying. Everywhere. Mummy has to sweep up.
And then there is the poo he leaves on the floor every so now and then.
Poo for the unamused daddy meow to pick up.
Poo gets stuck to his butt and then drops off.
On the living room floor.
Nice.

And the water bowl thing that tripped me one fine day.
Neverending bouts of diarrhea when he was a kitten.

I bought Pops as a companion for MeowMeow but i think he amuses me more than he amuses my orange cat.
Cos he's such a bumbling court jester.
If u feel down, come and be with Poppy. The fang face will brighten up your day with his head butts, funny looking face and protruding fang.

We brought Poppy to the vet again for his 2nd scan and it shows that he has kidney stones.
I guess eventually we have to operate him.
Poor Pops.
I don't want to cut my kitty open but i guess if this is the only choice, we will have to.
So that Poppy can continue to hang out with me while I work.

Or sleep on my ironing board which is off limits to anything with fur and legs.
But to Pops, being naughty is fun.
Cos he gets mummy's attention.

I just hope that Poppy doesn't change into a subdued cat after the operation.
Cos I want to keep my bumbling, people friendly, ready to play court jester as he is forever.

Cats on Tuesday : Doppy and her black dots

It's Doppy time!

Doppy's my in-laws' cat.
Doppy's a girl cat i named to rhyme with Poppy and Bobby the terrier dog (also my in-laws)
But of course, my mom in law doesn't call her Doppy.
I mean, which sane person would call her cat Doppy?
Only a nutcase like me would (big grin), just for the sake of rhyming.
I have nothing better to do.

Interestingly enough, my in-laws always have pet dogs.
Ever since i came into their lives, they now own a cat for the first time.
Mummy meow spreads her cat love everywhere!
Doppy was a stray, abandoned by her mom cat at a very young age.
She mewed pitifully outside the house until my mom in law decided to bring her in.
Into their home, into their hearts.
Of course, for daddy meow, he's always suspicious about how the cat just conveniently appear out of no where.
As usual, he suspects that i planted it outside the house, knowing very well animal lovers like his parents would eventually adopt the cat.

Daddy meow, i tell you, Doppy fell from the sky. Courtesy of the buddha goddess.
Just like how MeowMeow fell from the sky into my garden.
I did not plant her in front of your parents' house ok.
(chesire cat grin)

ANYWAY, here's an interesting fact to share about Doppy.
Something that makes her quite unique.

Well, to illustrate, first we have to compare with MeowMeow's paw.
That's MeowMeow's foot.
Nice foot with pinkish pads (tapak kaki) that has no fur.
All cats have that, right?

Now, this is Doppy's paw.Notice the black spot instead of pink on one her paw's pads.

Now, we count for each itsy bitsy paw :

First leg : ONE black dot! Satu! Un! Ein!


Second leg : TWO black dots! Dua! Deux! Zwei!


Third leg : THREE black dots! Tiga! Trois! Drei!


And fourth leg : FOUR black spots! Empat! Quatre! Vier!

Interesting, isn't it? I don't know if other cats have this but Poppy and MeowMeow don't, for sure. Then again, I don't flip every cat i see and start checking their paws.....who does that?

1, 2, 3, 4.

And that's your Sesame Street numbers for today!

Say hello to the marshmallow mosh pit of white pristine chest.

Muscat day

I haven't updated on Muscat for a loooooong time.

He who meows very loudly from afar.
That's Muscat's red indian name.
Deaf also can hear. It's extremely loud.I miss Muscat - the feline resident who lives in the many corridors of the townhouse we live in.
Muscat who used to come by to eat the biscuits I leave for him outside my door.
Muscat who would meow at me and run towards me with his looong tail in the air.
But runs away when he sees other people.
Yes, Muscat knows who loves him.

Nowadays, I hardly get visits from Muscat.
Cos he's probably busy skulking around guarding his territory.
And sowing his seeds of love with neighbouring femme fatales. Hmmm...
Muscat babies everywhere....soon.

Why don't I just keep him? Well, I would, if he's not so fierce to Pops and MeowMeow.
The other day, he visited me and had another hissing, spitting episode with MeowMeow.
The poor orange fatso almost had his pretty boy face disfigured when Muscat LUNGED at him and tried to slap with his claws fully extended.
Very sharp.
Very fierce.
Luckily the orange sloth managed to duck in time to save his pretty face.
Yeah, I could play all this in slow-mo in my head.
It was a close shave.
I shut the door amidst all the hissing spats.

Sigh.
I should rename Muscat - He who meows very loudly from afar and is very fierce to other cats but a wussy with mummy meow.

Look at him. Where got fierce??

He likes to flop down and expose his belly when he sees us.
I suspect a few people have been feeding Muscat, hence he hardly comes to eat at my place now.
Here's to all the kind people who also take care of Muscat.

Lastly, what do you get if Muscat and MeowMeow are one cat?
U get Mus-ca-Meowz.
It is an interesting colour. I HAVE NEVER seen a grey and orange mixed cat before.
Daddy meow chanced upon this cat one day.
I would have loved to keep it.

Orange cats brighten up the day

Am bored.

Have tons of office work to do but some days you just don't feel like doing it.
Some days you just want to be a lazy bum.
Already people at work think I am a robot for working round the clock.
Work never finishes.

Since this is a kitty blog with G rating, I can't rant.
So, I will write about something I had forgotten until I saw the photos in my Picture folder.
It's an orange mom cat captured by daddy meow a year ago!
In a college where he still guest lectures on architecture.
This is what he saw.
Look at the huge (keep your G ratings!)....now, that is a MOM cat. No doubt about it. Want me to point it out?
This photo is extra special to me because I do have a special affinity for orange cats.
That's why i so love reading about 2 famous orange cats, Au and Target in Katz Tales and in The Star newspaper whenever I can remember to get my hands on a copy during the weekend.

Orange cats are sunshine to me.
I love the colour, I love how the cat stands out in a background.
Now, this mom cat is even more special as most orange cats are usually male.
Male orange cats outnumber female 3 : 1.
So, if you find a female orange, ginger, red, carrot cat- it is extra special because they are so rare.
Look at her brood of kittens!
Can u spot them all? How many can u count? Look closely.
That is just so adorable.
If I were there, I would have scooped them ALL home.

And form an association of orange cats at home.

Oh dear, poor Poppy will then be an outcast.
Then I will need to find equal amounts of mainecoon persians with that same naughty face and buck tooth to ensure Poppy doesn't get bullied.

Ah, this could go on forever.

MeowMeow : "Don't even think about it! Go and do your work!"

Time to do my reports. Hope this brightens up your day.

Till next entry in my journal.

Kiss me, cuddle me, vacuum me

MeowMeow and his weird love-hate relationship with the vacuum cleaner.

He loves to be vacuumed.
He hates when vacuum sucks him too long.

When he loves it, he goes into this spastic, orgasmic face mode.
I don't have a picture but it looks something like this :

That looks about right.
Yeah. That's his spastic, orgasmic face when he gets combed. Spasmodo.
Same sort of face I see when the vacuum cleaner does its magic to him.

That's not even his comb. It's more for Poppy, to get rid of those matted fur.
But MeowMeow liketh.
He liketh the comb running through his head and shoulder blade, makes him all warm, fuzzy and orgasmic - hence, the spastic face. Or, what we call 'shiok' face.

Just makes u want to kiss his furry face when he is like that.

How did this vacuum habit come about?
It started with my once-a-week cleaner who comes to tidy up the house.
She's forever aghast at how much fur 2 kitties can shed.
Sprinklings of orange cheddar cheese-like fur on the coffee table.
Tumbleweeds of brown fur at corners.
One day, she had a light bulb moment.
Why not vacuum from the source of all those furs?
Well, she didn't get very far with Poppy, the naughty brown one who would run away from her everytime she brandishes the vacuum pipe at him.
But MeowMeow never runs. The sloth never runs.
The sloth sits.
And got sucked all over one day.
At first, I saw a pained, unsure face.
Which slowly turned into the orgasmic face I so terribly adore. (Beh tahan)
That's how it started. The liking of being vacuumed.
As long as it's light strokes of vacuum pipe all over his body, he's happy.
But sometimes, when the cleaner's hand gets a bit heavy and she ends up sucking one spot too long, Meowz would whip around snappishly, and go NGIAUW!!!! while brandishing his little fangs and pink tongue.
Majestic Meowz don't liketh anymore.
That's when she would stop.

Week after week, the same thing repeats.
Meow wants more.

So much so, when daddy meow helped me vacuum one fine day, Majestic Meowz ambled up to him, sat there and meowed. "Vacuum me!! I command you!"

And that's how i got this story to tell, as overdue as it is.

Yes Meowz, yawn-zers.

My bestest friend.

Brain is good food

One of the furry creature left a leetle treat for us sometime ago.

A real nice treat which daddy meow spotted and went berserk.
A cicak (lizard) head. Just the head.
Decapitated.
Severed cleanly at the neck.

Someone caught, devoured and lovingly left the BRAIN part for us.
Probably licked the head a few times but restrained from eating it as a token love and total adulation for us...no, for mummy.
As daddy meow pointed out, the perpetrator left it at the most convenient spot - next to our dining table. So that we could see it and eat it.
Euw.

Well, actually, i saw it first in the morning and thought it was perhaps a cat biscuit crumb on the floor...Poppy's normally a messy eater, half of his food almost always fall out of his mouth while chewing anyway (mulut longgar) so i didn't really bother. Until....i heard...daddy meow roaring in horror....
"EUW!!!!! WHAT THE ???"

So, who left it?
It's either the orange one or the brown naughty one.
Easy peasy. If I had 20 cats, that will be a little hard to pinpoint.

Our immediate verdict was :
MeowMeow.

Why not? He's deft, nimble and a skilled hunter, from the days of living on the streets.
Meow loves to hunt. Meow loves to eat cicak which is junk food to him.
Read my previous post titled Junk food about his lizard loving bad habit and you will see why.

Poppy, on the other hand, is a bumbling pet shop cat who doesn't seem to have any basic cat or cat survival skills. As in, he doesn't know how to groom himself or catch food to save his life.
How can it be Poppy?

All Poppy likes to do is to play and expose his belly for long rubs. And purr like a pigeon.Ok, that is not my hand. That's not a girl's hand. Be very afraid if it's my hand.

So! It can't be Poppy. Poppy has a buck tooth. He can't hold anything in his mouth for more than 2 seconds before dropping it. Hence, the crumbly bits of cat biscuits all over the floor everyday.
Sigh.

However....!

Last week I caught a gleeful Poppy with something dubious in his tiny mouth.
It was a baby lizard.
He dropped it the moment he saw mummy staring at him with horrific eyes, only to quickly scoop the darn thing back into his mouth.
I sprang into action and grabbed Pops before he could cannonball away with the critter.
He dropped the lizard again which is by now, half dead.
I yelled at daddy meow to get rid of it but he couldn't do it fast enough because Poppy kept getting in the way. Yes, Poppy was eel-like...he kept squeezing out of our hands to get to the precious lizard while spewing growls and squawks of protests - noises we never heard before.

Hmmm...did the orange one teach Poppy to how to savour lizards?
Poppy did not like us that night.
For throwing his prized catch away.

After that incident, well, the leftover head near the dining table COULD be from Poppy.
Who's to know?

Poppy : "I keeel lizard with my buck tooth! Stab stab stab!"

Cat's viewpoint 2

Previously, I wrote about silly things we do to capture

cat's viewpoint

- basically, a series of photos of what MeowMeow and Poppy see. Here is the 2nd installment after collecting over a few months...it was not easy, especially getting Poppy's viewpoint as the brown one gets a bit antsy when daddy meow sneaks behind him with the camera... (cos the brown one doesn't trust him!)

Here's what they see :

MeowMeow : "I hate Poppy".


MeowMeow : "I hate Poppy".

MeowMeow : "I hate Poppy. Perhaps I should go over and nip his ear..."

MeowMeow : "Poppy's everywhere!"


MeowMeow : "What does mummy see in this brown, buck tooth raccoon anyway?"


Here's what Poppy sees :

Poppy : "Why does orange brother stare at me all the time? It's unnerving...he looks mad. I better turn turtle and pretend dead....la li la li la...".


Poppy : "Eeeek! He's still looks mad!"

Ok, so u get the idea. My all time one house cat, MeowMeow tolerates Poppy. They are not best buds but i think somedays, Meowz appreciates the brown one around. So that he could chase Pops and swat his backside for the heck of exercise. And the brown one is too dum dum happy go lucky to even take things to heart when Meowz pounces on him from behind. Or nips his ears.

Other than glaring at Poppy, here's what MeowMeow looks at :


daddy meow's notebook.


daddy meow's terribly boring, snores-ville contracts, notes...
zzzzzzzz....MeowMeow is such an intellectual cat!


Freedom to skulk stealthily in bushes and MAUL birdies. Sigh. And cannonball towards mummy meow from afar. Double sigh.


Poppy Poo's viewpoint! He's looking at me, vacuuming! That's my ugly feet! Actually, Poppy stares at me all the time. Everytime I turn to him, i see those huge gollywog eyes fixated on me. Now, that's unnerving. If i wasn't so butt ugly and allow daddy meow to take my photos, there would be A LOT of Poppy's viewpoint looking at ME.


daddy meow's viewpoint : "MeowMeow is glaring at Poppy again".