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.

Junk food

it's always calming to have the boys in bed with me when i am sick.
i had asked daddy meow to bring in the pooky bear and he said no!
kutu kutu kutu....
but then he relented and let the orange one passed thru the door.
who went straight onto the bed, onto my tummy, purring like a furry hot water bottle.
leaving the cookie monster outside, protesting with loud dismayed shrieks.
poppy meows funny.

anyway, so the orange one was lying in bed, manja as usual.
he even moved up to lie down near my face, so near i could kiss his furry face.
next thing i knew, he sat upright, looking ahead with big beady eyes and then bolted off the bed.
and rushed nearby where my gym ball is.

-30 minutes earlier-
while I was having my porridge in bed...

daddy meow : Euw, there's a baby cicak in the room.
me : Where?
daddy meow : There, in the corner.
me : Dead one is it?
daddy meow : Still alive.
me : Well? Get rid of it!
daddy meow : Afterwards la.

- Fast forward to present -
Yes, MeowMeow saw the baby cicak and leapt towards it like faster than i can say NO Meow!

And he caught it, being the deft and nimble and still a capable hunter he is, even though his kaki tempang.
And he....ate the cicak.

Me : Meow! Yucks! Stop! Daddy meow, he's eating the cicak!!! Stop him!
Daddy meow : It's protein. Well, i guess i don't need to get rid of the cicak anymore.

It's like i don't feed the boys enough. Disgusting!!!
Daddy meow says it's junk food.
Junk food is always nicer than good real wholesome dry cat biscuit.
This junk food has a nice brain, squishy belly, etc.
Meow never made it back to my bed.
But he was clever, he knew he wasn't supposed to eat the cicak. So, with a guilty face, he was more than willing to run out of the room and straight into Poppy, who was meowing longingly at the door.

After 1 hour, i said i missed the cats.
So daddy meow opened the door and both of them bursted in.
And went straight to the same spot where Meow had eaten the cicak.
Sniffing, searching at every nook and cranny.
BOTH of them.
Me : Eh, how come Poppy also searching? Like he knows meh, got cicak just now?
Daddy meow : U think they don't talk to each other ah? Meow's probably just told Poppy - Eh, eh, got good food in the bedroom lor! I just ate cicak, damn tasty la. NO wonder they both always inside, hoarding all the good food to themselves!
Poppy : Cicak, what is cicak? I only like cat biscuits.
MeowMeow : Who cares? I eat, u also eat. Or u help me find somemore or i punch u one lor!

And that made Poppy also want to sniff around for a cicak to eat.
So busy looking that Poppy did not even come to wipe his furry face onto my hand, like he normally does when he comes into the room.
Cats talk!!
So both got banished outside.
Naughty!

Doppy grew up good

Doppy is now a big girl.

And so cute somemore.
Cat saliva sure makes the white whitest.
Look that that pristine white chest!
Mom in law has never bathed her since the day she came to their house.
I would love to give her a good bathing.

Look at the white chest and belly!!

I haven't seen Doppy since CNY.
Daddy meow went back home recently and took these pictures.
And he said she's cuter than my boys.
Ehem, now, if u know me, u should NEVER say that another cat is cuter than my 2 boys.
"She's cheating la, all that white chest and belly just makes her look cuter! How can anyone be cuter than Pops and Meow??"

He calls me pinsam to male cats.
Doppy scratches me. Don't like to be around her.
She would bitch slap my boys.
And look at her, so manja with daddy meow.

I guess it's true, male cats gravitate towards female owners.
Female cats adore male owners.
As with human boys and girls.
I guess if i wanted a baby, i should aspire for a baby boy then.
Cos baby girls would love their daddy more.
Biatch.

My boys are cuter. Even Muscat is cuter than Doppy.
Pinsam.

Cat's viewpoint

Daddy meow sure has a dry sense of humour.

He has gone to take a series of photos of what MeowMeow and Poppy see.
It cracks me up all the time when i see the pictures on Flickr.
At least it makes me happy.
We call this, 'from the cat's viewpoint'.
All photos are taken with the Iphone and it looks great.

MeowMeow looking at Poppy. For sure.

At night. MeowMeow watching telly.

Looking at Poppy sleeping on the tower. When Poppy's not on the tower, he's usually sleeping next to me, on the bench where i work. But of course, no viewpoints of that cos i will kill daddy meow.

Bored of watching Poppy. Turn to the telly again.

Watching American Idol. Boy, Meow sure watches telly a lot. Couch potato Meow!

Meow looking out longingly at the green wilderness. He wants to skulk in the grass, stalking stealthily for birdies...and rats.

Meow looking at Poppy who is being a nuisance in front of the telly. What show is that??

Poppy's viewpoint finally! Why only one? Cos Poppy rarely sits with daddy meow. Cos he loves me more. What is Poppy looking at? His tower, the vaccuum cleaner who is his best bud cos he likes to curl nearby it. Notice the stacks of magazine which never seem to go away, cos i hardly read nowadays.


Daddy meow's viewpoint. Couldn't resist this one. Look at the traitor sitting on the fat belly. I guess it's a retaliation towards me for bringing Poppy into our home.
That or I guess fat things like each other.

Show over. Till the next viewpoint.

Doesn't that make the gloomiest of days seem brighter?

Another cat is eating Muscat's food

Poor Muscat.
I usually leave food at the shoe area where he would squeeze in thru the grill to eat.
And somedays sleep there.
All nicely tucked in between daddy meow's shoes.
Which he also uses as a scratching post.
Daddy meow is so not amused.
But he has to bear with it.

Some days i wake up and it's such a pleasant surprise to see Muscat sleeping outside.
He would then stretch and expose his tummy and wait for me to rub.
And he's getting fat from all the neverending supply of food.
So much so, he doesn't just ooze easily thru the grill anymore.
His belly gets stuck, and when that goes thru, his hind legs get stuck.
And then he would have to wiggle and push his butt thru.
It's just so damn funny.
We would have to cut one of the grill soon so that the poor kitty can still come in.
But that's not the biggest problem now.

The biggest problem is, another cat is stealing Muscat's food!
I just opened the door a while ago to check if Muscat was outside and to my shock, there was this orange cat frantically pushing his head out of the grill to run away from me.
It's one of the orange twins who used to hang around in the carpark!
He saw Muscat's food and he ate it!
And while he was running away, Muscat was around the corner and saw what happened.
The grey fuzzy did not like the intruder stealing his food.
His tail went poof! and he ran after the cat, who was obviously bigger than him.
I was so afraid that the orange one would harm him.
Mommy instinct.
Even though i would love to feed the orange one as well, i feel quite protective over Muscat.
I would not like them to fight and Muscat ending up hurt as he is the smaller cat.
Small but fiesty though.
I would protect Muscat from the orange stranger and protect my 2 pampered house boys from Muscat.
And i would definitely protect Muscat and my 2 boys from Doppy.
My, what a weird circle.

The orange cat lingered in the long corridor.
Muscat sat nearby, keeping an eye on him.
And the orange one walked towards Muscat and they started meowing, loudly, looking like they were going to pounce at each other.
The orange one is another tomcat.
Didn't i say only male cats come to see me????

THIS IS NOT GOOD.
I can't be having stray cats loitering in this corridor, nearby my door!
Cos when they start to meow loudly and fight over food, the neighbours WILL COMPLAIN.
And i would be the bad person.
I can just imagine me being dragged to the developer's office (who by the way is in this apartment block) to be reprimanded. NO FEEDING STRAY ANIMALS.
It's like being in the headmaster's office.

Muscat has a loud voice.
The orange cat has an EVEN louder voice.
Very brute, very masculine.
OH NO.
This is bad.
U would think u are doing good to feed a homeless kitten but then it goes and explode in your face.
And your boys get angry with u.
Daddy meow included.
Pretty soon, as we speak, the orange stranger will be telling his twin and their grey friend with bob tail about the food he just discovered.
And the tiga sekawan will slink up to happily eat Muscat's food and loiter at the corridor.
EEEEEK. OH MY OH NO, THIS IS NOT GOOD.

I don't know. But daddy meow is gonna sure screw me up when he gets back tomorrow night.
"Tell u already don't feed but u still want to feed! See now, how???"
(big beady eyes)
If i can look this cute, maybe then he won't.














I think i will go to sleep now and mull over my predicament.

Simon's Cat 'Let Me In!'

Auwwwww......

Stolen story from my brother's Facebook

My sister's favourite cat, Meow Meow, striking a regal pose in her home.

This cat came into her life 5 1/2 years ago as a kitten. She adopted it and they became an item. The cat is so super affectionate that it will go up to her room every morning and meow outside her door till she lets it in, making it a very effective morning alarm clock.

Being a tomcat, meow meow is super restless too. It loved the outdoors and was one day hit by a motor vehicle or bicycle, fracturing its left hind leg. The cat hid itself from my sis for a week before crawling out of its hiding place underneath a drain slab, totally wasted from starvation and hours from death.

My sis and her husband rushed it to a vet who managed to reset the fractured leg and placed it on glucose drip. RM1,800++ later, it bounced back to health. Who says maintaining a pet is cheap?

But for my sis, the money is irrelevant, as the cat is her talisman as it came to her out of the blue, at a time when her life was in a state of emotional turmoil. I agreed with her and this is more than I could say for some humans, who are unmasked as gold diggers or at best fair weathered friends.

(The leg hind leg cannot be tucked in due to the fracture. My sister jokingly referred to it as meow meow's "turkey leg")

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I stole this story from my brother. Ha. Me the stealer. But i wanted to put this up as i cried when i read it. It was so touching, i want to keep it forever. i never once told my brother or mom how broken i was when MeowMeow went missing for 1 week, the 7 nights i cried and daddy meow just watched sadly, cos no matter what he said, no matter how much he hugged me, i was inconsolable. MeowMeow was my heart. How did my brother knew? I only told him much much later, after MeowMeow was found and recuperating at home. And that was just a brief story, without much emotion and all. I think perhaps my dad told him. Or that he knew. Even my mom knew how much MeowMeow meant to me.

Every time i read this story, i cry a little. Tears just come. Cos it's true, MeowMeow came into my life at that moment when my dad and mom split. Having the orange fuzzy around was the bright spot in my life. No one likes seeing their parents split. The hurt and anger from either side. The not knowing what to do, which side to take. It's like god had placed him in front of the pet shop, for me. And i knew i couldn't leave him behind.

I don't know what i would do when it's time to say goodbye. Don't take him from me so fast, please.

PoppyMeowMuscat

The boys are fine.
I know i have been rather dull lately with sad posts.
Cos i feel sad.
And when i feel sad, nothing feels funny.
But the boys are fine.
Even Muscat is fine.
They got new names.
Poppy is 'He Who Keeps Shit In Fur and Later Drops It'.
MeowMeow is 'He Who Itches On Shoulder Blades'.
Muscat is 'He Who Meows Very Loudly from Afar'.
Deaf also can hear.

I have 3 cats now.
2 live inside.
1 lives outside.
The one i don't bathe, don't clean his ears, don't do anything except stroke, pat, rub his belly.
I like. It's like having another cat without the responsibility.
All i needed to do is to ensure his bowl of food is topped up daily and fresh water is next to it.
And i love it when he hears our door opening and runs from very far, meowing terribly loudly.
Muscat squeezes thru the grill but soon, we would have to bend the grill bars further apart.
Cos his belly is expanding with all the food.
Good life.
I guess even better than the boys.
Cos Muscat gets to eat, manja and then go out and be wild.
Chase female cats.
My boys just stay at home and watch birds taunt them from the window.
But they are safe, warm and always loved.
They have a nice kitty tower.

I am a soccer mum.
All cats who come to me are male cats.
Daddy meow says i seemed more impartial towards male cats, despite always lamenting i want female cats.
"U are biased la! Can see. U don't even like Doppy and it's a she!"
"But Doppy's evil!!! Pure evil! She scratches me! Dontch like!"

Male cats are more loving and manja.
Period.

shedding season

excessive fur shedding makes me unhappy. the fleas are back. what adds to my sadness is that it could probably be muscat, who comes to the apartment with his fleas, which then jumped onto poppy. poor brown one. already he's losing fur rapidly. bathed them today and then have to spray them with frontline tomorrow, which i hate as it's horrible. imagine how the cats feel.

but i love muscat. i love to feed him and i love to walk down the corridor to see him there, meowing at me from afar. running towards me and plonking down, exposing his soft belly for me to stroke. such trust from a stray animal is the most rewarding. it makes me happy, gives me some respite from the sadness inside my heart. i wish i could find a nice home for muscat but no one seemed to want him. and he doesn't like other fuzzies, hence making him a one cat home. ironicallly, my muscat story is like a presence who keeps coming back into my life. everyday when i open our door, i would feel a sense of loss if he's not there. not knowing if he's gone away to another territory or someone has decided to take him in as a pet. but the days when i open the door and do find him there, lying on our foot rug, belly exposed, looking at me adoringly, i feel a happy high. and it's a different happy that i feel with meowz and pops. it's like i am cheating behind their back by entertaining this new rogue. he's not as cute as my boys but he has this adorable quality that i can't seem to put my finger on. it tugs at your heart and it makes u want to embrace him and protect him. it makes me happy. and that high keeps me going for another few days until i see him again. knowing that he is alright, safe and unhurt brings me a sense of relief.

muscat always returns. after 2 - 3 days, he will usually come back, meowing for me. his presence is not wanted by daddy meow and the boys. will just keep him outside, let's see how.