POPPYMEOWZ

Ramblings

2010-06-18T00:10:00.005+08:00

It was only a month ago when I was in bed and realised with a jolt that I had forgotten the anniversary of MeowMeow's death. I had been so preoccupied about my new venture that I had completely forgotten all about it. A huge wave of guilt descended upon me and left me whimpering in tears till wee hours of the morning. It feels like I am forgetting my baby - and if so, would he have forgotten me by now as well? Would he still wait at heaven's door for me? Or was I destined to hell for being such a lousy person in general? Moody, grumpy and curt most of the time. Now, forgetful as well.

I read all my old posts one day and realised I am completely unable to write in that sort of humour anymore. Each time I read an old post, i actually cringe at how happy and naive I sounded then, thinking that my pets will be with me for a long long time. Childish and enveloped in my own warm, furry cocoon where happiness comes in the form of a random headbutt or a wet nose kiss.

Poppy is managing well. And little Le Poo still has some growing 'out' to do. Small head, small body but big tummy. Incredibly good at opening our bedroom door and sauntering nonchalantly in and loves eating PU off my single seater, which by now, is the single most embarrassing furniture - makes it look like we are terribly poor, living with tattered chairs.

And an avid feet and toe nibbler as well.

I really like this touching of feet picture.
2 weeks ago, I woke up thinking of my tortoises. My brother and I had many tortoises as pets when we were young and the last bunch we had were somewhat more special. There was Bubu, who was unlike any tortoise I had ever known. He was surprisingly pale green unlike the ubiquitous dark green shade most tortoises have. Lovely face, most adoring, imploring eyes. Bubu loves sleeping on my lap, on my bed and basically would always crawl towards me when we let him out of the aquarium. One of a kind. Just like MeowMeow.

But it didn't exactly have a happy story at the end. We were growing up and my brother was due to leave for uni overseas. I was just about to enter high school. My father told us one day it was best to let the tortoises go in a nearby lake. I don't exactly remember the gist of it but I do remember clearly till today, me cradling bubu in my hands and him looking at me with trusting eyes as my dad drove us to the lake. And the last look on his face as my dad push him into the lake. I think I cried buckets when I got home.

I always think back and wonder how and why my brother and I agreed so easily to let the tortoises go. Why didn't we put up a fight? Was it that we were too young to argue? I texted my brother 2 weeks ago and asked him that question and he said dad was insistent and we had no voice then. I cried after that, saying to daddy meow it was such a terrible thing to do - you don't just throw your family away just like that. Perhaps that's why I never have good karma as I never stopped my dad from doing so. I just stood by him silently.

I miss Bubu and the rest. But I also recently understand that perhaps it was never right to keep animals like that, even fishes and hamsters in an enclosed space. It is not their nature to be captive animals. I spent years thinking how wrong my dad was when just recently, it dawned to me that perhaps he may be right all along with the best intention of setting them free from captivity. His was a bigger picture vs mine. Perhaps it was for the best. But I will never stop missing them.
Love you Bubu and MeowMeow.
One of a kind.
And Happy Father's Day.

Growing up

2010-03-02T17:36:00.008+08:00

Buy a cat and you get 2 pairs of shoes for free. Is that a good deal?

I couldn't resist.
She's naughtier than Poppy!
Jumped into my paperbag as soon as I turned my head. She fitted in so nicely I thought what the heck, let's take photos. And she just sat there and camwhored for me.

Little Le Poo is getting bigger. Her head's still small though but she has this squishy, ultra soft boob-like tummy that is just too funny to look at. I mean, it's weird, she's not obese or anything but yet there is this saggy gut which resembles droopy human breasts. It's like she needs a bra or something. Looks very obscene but you can't really tell from photos.

She lives like a queen, acts like one too. Look at that high and mighty pose.Since MeowMeow passed away, I allowed the cats to do pretty much anything they want. Including sitting on the dining table while we eat dinner. Horrors. My mum would faint if she saw how close Le Poo sits to our food. She has no discipline and I guess that's largely thanks to me who just spoils her like there is no tomorrow. Poppy's equally spoilt too, sleeping in the air-conditioned room with us almost everynight, leaving furballs everywhere. I had never allowed all this before. Guess I am sorta making it up by letting the furry ones get away with things MeowMeow was never allowed to do. Sorta makes me feel better in some ways. Imagine if I had kids. They would be spoilt rotten.

Feeding them both while I eat my dinner as well. Multi-tasking!

Unlike Poppy or MeowMeow, little Le Poo has a fetish for feet. She loves coming up to my feet to rub her furry face all over it. It's nice, but only if she knows to keep her mouth shut while she does it. But she doesn't. She rubs her face across my feet while with her mouth open, baring sharp leetle fangs that will draaaag across my skin. Major ouch! By the time she finishes (which is a long time), my feet will be sore and wet with cat drool. Euw. But I tolerate anyway cos I am such a sucker for kitty attention. She like to do this in the wee hours of the morning when I am still asleep. Firstly, she meows loud and long enough for daddy meow to surrender and open the door to let her in. Then she ambles to the bed and to my exposed feet and mashes her face onto it with her mouth open. Every effective wakeup call!

Pops hasn't really taken to her. Still hisses if she comes too close to him. I guess they will never really be great pals, just like how MeowMeow and Poppy had never been tight. Ah well. Poppy sometimes prefers to sleep all by himself in the bedroom even when we are all outside in the living room, just to avoid her. Too naughty and lively, even for him!
xoxox

Poo in my life

2010-01-05T19:05:00.012+08:00

It's been 7 months now.

I had long pondered what to do with my blog - shut it down for good or renew writing on it?
Nah...
I don't want to keep going cos i have lost my funny mojo since MeowMeow passed away.
But I don't have the heart to delete this blog into oblivion either.
Cos sometimes I come back to read it and reminisce the good old times.
7 months felt like 10 years.
And somehow today, I felt the compulsion to sweep off the virtual cobwebs on my blog to pen down something.

Poppy's still fine despite certain deterioration in his latest blood test.
I don't send him to the vet anymore for urine samples.
I decided to let him enjoy.
Everyday is a blessing to see him breathing, despite the imminent dark cloud hovering nearby.

I didn't want another cat but somehow, one fell onto my lap.
Her name is Le Poo.
Funny thing is that when MeowMeow passed away, we decided to get a calendar and mark the days Poppy poo-ed.
So that we would be able to track if he has regular bowel movements, just to check for signs of health deterioration due to his kidneys. Previously, we didn't know whose poo it was.
So we had this calendar with a square for each day and we would write 'poo' on each square when we saw poo in the litter box.
It's so amusing that if you write poo too often on a calendar, poo actually comes.

She was a 3 months old kitten waiting for me in the basement of my office carpark in July.
It was already late about 10 something and there were about 4-5 cars in the vicinity.
I heard this mewing sound which got louder as I approached my car.
And this little calico fluff came out from under my car to greet me.
Till today, I can't think of what came to my mind that night.
Perhaps I thought it was weird, for 4 years, no cat has ever got lost in the carpark.
I think it also crossed my mind to quickly scoop the kitty up and get into the car and lock the doors before i inspected her. I was afraid of murderers, rapists lurking in the corner, using an animal to distract innocent victims.
I knew I couldn't leave the kitten there. It was almost an immediate reaction to call daddy meow, telling him I found a lost kitten and I am bringing her home.
To house her there whilst I find a home for her.
I didn't want a cat anymore.
I was afraid of another heartbreak.
See, animals have the innate ability to make u love them so much but then they go off to heaven faster, leaving u all empty and sad.
I always wonder how some friends can have 5 dogs at one go. Wouldn't it be 5 times the heartbreak?
I knew my heart couldn't stand another round.
This is a person who goes to SPCA and ends up in tears when she sees animals in cages, unloved and unwanted, wishing she could bring home all of them.

I went to the pet shop opposite my office (thank god it was open late) and bought the kitty a cushion, kitten food and separate litter box.
Store people were gushing over how lucky this kitty was and all I did was gave them a wry smile.

Back at home, Poppy hissed at this new fluff while I explained to daddy meow that we had to find a home for it soon.
"But she's quite cute..." he said slowly, looking at the fluff.

Cut the long story short, I couldn't find a home for it.
And daddy meow seemed to want her to stay.
He said it is MeowMeow who's come back home.
Even then, in the first month, I didn't really want to accept that this kitten is now ours.
It wasn't MeowMeow to me.
If it was, it would have been an orange male kitten with a white bib on the chest.
This is a she cat, with 3 colours.

But she's now home. With us.

Much later, daddy meow told me something.
He said the night before I brought this kitten home, he had dreamed of MeowMeow.
I didn't know what to think of it.
Coincidence?

This is Le Poo.
U write poo too many times on a calendar, u really get Poo.
I should have wrote $$$ instead.

She also likes to sleep on daddy meow's belly.

And sits like a human too.
Notice the stumpy tail that looks like MeowMeow's.

She's so naughty that I have to take 'naughty' off Poppy's name and give it to her.
She even sleeps like MeowMeow.
Poppy bear never sleeps like this.

Recently I told my brother about Le Poo and how I didn't want to keep her initially.
He said "Why? It took MeowMeow 7 months to apply back home"
My dad said it's fated.
I call her poo-poo.

So now, here I am today, a little bit happier even though I still miss MeowMeow a lot.
No job, no MeowMeow, but I have Poppy and Le Poo, and lotsa catching up time.
Hope 2010 will be better than 2009.
And I love u my orange fella.
Perhaps soon I can take out my Anya bag again.

Remember that i love you

2009-06-28T23:38:00.004+08:00

It's been 3 months now.

Not a day goes by that I don't miss MeowMeow.

Some days are better, some days are just full of clouds, threatening to pour over smallest of mention the orange one or evoked memories brought on while vacuming random fur on the floor.

Mostly, I have been burying myself with work, keeping myself occupied that way.

Don't have any mood to talk to anyone.

Even family.

It's one of those phase you either get out of it quickly or you don't.

The day MeowMeow was put down, it had not occured to me that my cat was not going to be there anymore.

Until i got home and bathed and sat on the bed.

That's when i started screaming for god to give me back my cat.

I pretty much screamed the same thing over and over that week.

I didn't care who heard me.

I wanted my cat back so much.

I remembered asking daddy meow if it was my fault - that i didn't love him enough.

And would my furry one still remember me when we meet again one day?

Would he still love me?

Could I have saved him if I had reacted faster?

If i had gone to another vet for second opinion on that fateful day?

Why didn't i hold him one last time?

Why didn't I brush him more?

Those questions still mull in my head, like a broken record.

So many whys.

MeowMeow's ashes sit in a porcelain urn inside his cat tower.

I hated the fact that circumstances brought MeowMeow back to the detested vet.

I hated the fact that my chosen vet did not have the right equipment to diagnose my baby.

But most of all, I hated myself.

I had asked god over and over again to let me keep Poppy.

Poppy's still alive and well, way beyond expectations.

Even though daddy meow and you will pooh-ed and pah-ed at the absurdness of this, somehow I felt that because I wanted so badly to keep Poppy, god took MeowMeow away.

Like a trade off.

A very unfair trade off.

The bond I have with MeowMeow is very different from Poppy.

And it is extremely hard to let another furry one come into my heart.

I miss tha tag-u-are-it games with MeowMeow.

He used to chase me around my dad's house.

Sat with me while i eat my dinner.

Cuddled with me while i watch tv.

Those were good moments.

I miss the little fella.

Yes, he is one of a kind. Very hard to replace.

MeowMeow

2009-03-29T22:05:00.004+08:00

MeowMeow

2001 - March 27 2009

Lung tumour

A while ago, i saw this scruffy looking orange cat outside our nearby pet shop.

It was orange with a white chest, sorta like a bib that goes all the way down to his belly.

He walked past a few customers outside the shop, stretched in that famous worshipping pose before proceeding to sit in front of the pet shop which i had planned to go into.

I got out of the car, my eyes never left this orange cat.

Walked up to him and meowed.

He meowed back with incredibly intelligent eyes that looked straight into my face.

And i loved him instantly and forever.

I never got to go into the pet store that night.

Cos i already had this orange cat i knew i could not leave behind.

He was mine and mine forever.

Thank you for the lovely 8 years with me.

U are my serendipity.

U didn't chose me, i chosed you.

And i love you from the bottom of my heart.

U are my bestest friend and the one single thing that kept me sane when my parents separated.

U are the reason i worked so hard so that i can give u the best.

U are my angel, my very intelligent baby.

This is the hardest post i have to ever write.

I am so sorry that i failed to notice the signs.

And i am forever sorry that i could not save you.

I never saw this coming and the suddeness had caught me off guard and made my whole world seemed so bleak.

No matter how much i cry and how much i scream at god, he's not going to give you back to me.

It hurts so much.

Somehow, as i lay in bed, my eyes don't seem to want to close.

And memories that flood into my mind are the ones of you when we were still in my dad's house.

That's when you were young and full of vigour.

Please forgive me if i didn't love you enough.

I have done many things and some terrible things just to protect you.

But i guess i didn't protect you well enough.

I would have done anything for you.

And I would give anything in the world just have you back.

I love you too much, if that's possible.

For you are more than a cat to me, you are my baby.

And i love you like how a mother loves her baby.

The one thing i love the most, god took away.

A part of my heart is gone.

Who will cuddle with me, lick my arm and cheer me up when i am down?

I don't think i will be alright for a long time.

But life goes on and i have to be strong for Poppy.

He misses you too.

I love you MeowMeow. U are irreplaceable and I love you forever.

Thank you for holding on so long.

Please remember me always.

We will be together again one day.

Please forgive me.

Cat in moo box

2009-03-01T15:17:00.012+08:00

So many pictures so little time. Every time i look at the many photos i have collected over the years of Poppy and MeowMeow and the new ones on Flickr, i feel like writing about the story behind each of those photos but there is just not enough time.

Struggling with workload and my boss' job till july is extremely tough. New organisation, new procedures, new role, new colleagues, new everything. I also blame it on my weak eyes that would no longer want to bear the strain of constantly being in front of the computer, especially at night. Therefore, i have decided to not continue posting on PoppyMeow journal. I have loved every moment of writing nonsensical stuff about the two furry boys and i have enough entries here to last me a lifetime of good memories. And yes, this journal's really actually for me but it also made me happy when people laughed at the stories. I rarely get a lot of comments but it amazes me at times that people from far away places do actually drop by to read and come back.

Poppy's still fine and as adorable as ever. I believe that it is his tough nature that keeps him alive. So I will let this journal stop here so that it's just good memories and not sad ones that might come later. MeowMeow's fat and lazy as usual.

2 furry and loyal babies who will always love me irregardless of my shortcomings.

There are people who i will always be grateful to.
Ellen of Katztales and Sharlene Spice cat mum who are the best in giving me advice and contacts in times of need.
Everycat who offered to send me Katkor and never fails to drop by with a lovely comment. You are an incredibly kind person.
Azra who is just the nicest person - i still remember you.
Lee County Clowder - thank you for your idea.
And to Kaz and Island cats who always offer supportive comments - hope you are well.

And Rachel - thanks for keeping in touch.
To KC of Cat Blogosphere - thank you for putting up my request for advice on Poppy's condition.

I won't be blogging anymore but i will definitely still drop by all your blogs to catch up.
Don't forget me, or rather, Pops and Meow.

Here's one last story which i have been meaning to post up since last year but no time.

I took out 2 boxes eons ago and placed it onto the living room to be thrown. Cos they were old and they were used to store all my illegal dvds which i had also thrown out in 'cleanaholic' spur of the moment. Yes, when i spring clean, i throw everything and later regret it when i need that thing again.

I called them the moo boxes. Cos they resembled cow patches and cows go moo (duh).

It didn't take long before the furry boys swarmed around the moo boxes like sharks circling a prey. Here's Poppy in the box with MeowMeow looking. Eventually both of them ended up pawing each other thru the hole of the box.
Poppy's hairy paw.

Something about boxes and cats. I guess everyone who has a cat can confirm that ALL cats love boxes.

For the fun of it, i put the orange fatty into the box, closed the lid and stuck a cuttlefish strip at the hole.
MeowMeow likes cuttlefish very much. I think sometimes, a bit too much.

Look at the poor face trying to get at the strip but can't.

It's fun to watch cats in boxes but more fun to see how they try to get to their fav tid bit while in a box. After much whimpering and pawing and extending his arm like plastic man thru the hole, i finally let him out.

Auw, poor thing. Anything for cuttlefish strips.

He does fit in very snugly into the box. Look at the tail.

Yes, MeowMeow eventually got to eat the cuttlefish strips. The moo boxes are long gone now but they were well 'abused' by the boys before they were thrown out. Who needs expensive cat toys?

This is mummymeow signing off and wishing everyone to always love and cherish their pets.
Do stay in touch and drop me an email if you wish to at sheueyin@gmail.com
I will be glad to hear from you.
Bye for now.

I have no head Part 3

2009-02-05T18:31:00.001+08:00

Beheaded.

Random musings

2009-01-30T16:39:00.009+08:00

Am staring at the ceiling fan for the umpteenth time.
It doesn’t go clunk clunk clunk like the old fans. It just spins quietly.
I stare at it when I can’t think. Spinning, spinning, feeling it’s centrifugal motion and the blast of cold air around my chilled body.
But yet, I don’t have the sense to envelop myself with a wrap or blanket. I sit here, crunching work numbers, yet at the same time, my mind wanders…..
I am not a disciplined worker. Not like mother. Mother always say, work first, finish it. Then only play. But I want to play all the time. I chew on the tip of my pen. Numbers on my screen seem more confusing today than last year. Look at the fan again.

I have become slothful. Nonplussed about a lot of matters. Has the routine of the job finally caught up with me? Or have I suddenly become naughty? The perennially perfect, responsible me has rebelled? Have I balked at my responsibilities? Am I bored?

No, this can’t be it. I continue to work with renewed fervor………..only to stop short and stare at the fan again. The fan is the core of evil. It sucks my energy, drains my brain.

The tiger sleeps. Not far away, the hirsute lion is also in deep, peaceful slumber. Fur billowing in the afternoon air, stirred by the evil fan. The fan makes every being sleepy. That’s why there is no ceiling fan in offices.

Ocassionally, my sighs and the clicks of my mouse stir the two beasts. They open their eyes enough to peer at me. Once in a while, one would skulk towards me, jumping up to investigate this strange being who is never at this place at this hour. This being usually appears in their midst when the sun sets in the distant horizon and disappears when the sun rises. The tiger occasionally licks this being’s hand and bites it lovingly. It’s distracting but yet brings a smile to my face.

I stare at the fan again. Time to make sense of the numbers.

Happy Chinese New Year.

T-Shirts to raise fund for Yvonne Foong

2009-01-03T21:07:00.005+08:00

I have been asked by KatzTales to post this up. I have heard of Yvonne Foong from the local papers and I am impressed and very much at awe of this gutsy girl. She needs help now. Kindly help by buying her T-Shirts or spreading this news.

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Please help Yvonne Foong save her eye by buying one of her T-shirts. Yvonne is one of KatzTales' neighbours.

To explain what's going on, this stolen from the Facebook page:"For a good part of her youth, Yvonne Foong has had to battle Neurofibromatosis(NF), an illness of the nervous system that causes benign tumors to grow in her body. There is currently no known cure for NF.This brave young lady has decided to fight her condition , by obtaining funds using her own resources and effort. The recurrence of tumors in her body has only fortified her resilience . She has turned her condition into her prime motivation to help others like her battle their medical condition.A former recipient of the AYA Dream Malaysia Most Outstanding Youth of the Year Award, Yvonne aspires to be a a Psychologist and therapist providing support to children who face similar conditions to her own.All she asks, is that you buy her self designed T-Shirt for RM 15 (USD4.40) , which she hopes would provide her with the funds to Save Her Eye.To place an order, send your preferred sizes and postal address to mailto:yvonnefmn@gmail.com.

Payment may be made by direct bank transfer."

Please place an order today.

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Sorry am late in posting this up. Did not check my blog for 1 week, just catching up on rest and work.

I will be back soon with a story on Poppy and MeowMeow soon.

Happy New Year and hope all is well.

Merry X'Mas from the boys

2008-12-21T14:57:00.013+08:00

Hi there.

Poppy and MeowMeow wish u all a Merry X'Mas.

Thank you to all your purrs, well wishes and helpful tips on Poppy.

The brown one's still lively as ever and it is nice to see him so. When the vet told me that I won't have Poppy for long since his kidney stones are so big, I thought maybe he won't last till end of the year. But Poppy's still around and things are looking good. I don't think so much these days.

Bad news for the brown one is that he will have to go back to the vet for the usual way of getting his pee for lab tests. Squeeze. Cos I gave up on being the crazy pee stalker. No matter how ingenious the plan is, Poppy's always smarter. Poppy's smart evil.

The boys' X'Mas wish :

Poppy would want to not be bathed at all. Cos he doesn't know how to dry himself. Also, no Dr. Vet would be nice as well.

MeowMeow's X'Mas wish is to have endless supply of cuttlefish strips. I have stopped giving him since junk food is not good anyway. Poor Meowz.

Merry X'Mas and have a good holiday.

Collecting urine is impossible

2008-12-16T00:54:00.006+08:00

We got the cage up last 2 weeks.

First week was to get Poppy to acclimatise himself to the cage.

Second week was to lock Poppy inside for several hours so that he could pee into a separate kitty litter.

It was part of the plan of collecting his urine for lab tests so that we could spare the little brown one from his bi-weekly trip to the vet.

Of course, Poppy loathes it.

Who likes to go to the vet every 2 weeks to have his bladder squeezed for urine?

Poppy would kick up a big fuss. I think the vet got scared after the last time.

Putting up the cage was easy.

Lee County Clowder had suggested plastic packing peanuts.

I opted for the smaller ones where you normally use it to fill up bean bags as it sorta 'feel' like kitty sand.

Finding them was not easy.

People make bean bags but don't seem to sell the fillings.

But we finally got a bag.

And what a huge bag it was.

So, last Saturday, when Poppy ambled into his cage for a nap, I surreptitiously latched the door after him.

It didn't take long for Pops to noticed that he was caged in.

Actually, it took him less than 5 seconds.

I swear that fuzz ball has radar built in to detect locked doors.

He loves to sleep in there but the door must be wide open.

Pops gave disapproving squawks while looking at me with black beady eyes.

He sniffed at the kitty litter filled with 'snow' and pawed at it.

I had 'snow' all over my floor after 1 minute.

After that, he just sat there and auwed at me adamantly, gently, pitifully....

I swear if he could howl, he would have.

After a few hours, this pushover mummy decided that it's not gonna work.

Poppy looked too pitiful.

Actually, too smart for his own good.

Even Meowz had to come and look at Pops.

And then they started pawing at each other thru the cage.

I guess it's back to the vet this weekend.

And we just have to get a bean bag and stuff it up.

Sigh.

COT : The bell

2008-12-10T01:41:00.004+08:00

Ting-a-ling noises in the living room woke me up last night.
It was past 1am.
I groaned inwardly, realising that the annoying ting-a-ling sounds are coming from a bell that had popped out of this feather-on-a-stick toy I had bought for the kitties.
That bell popped out when Poppy got too excited playing with the feathers and somehow got his claw stuck to the bell.
Poppy had yanked his claw too hard and the bell dropped off the stick and mysteriously vanished into thin air.
That was like a week ago.
Somehow, even when my maid came and did her once a week cleaning, vaccuming, the missing bell still did not resurface.
I didn't think so much about it until last night.
When the noises started in the wee hours of the morning while I was almost boarding the train to slumberland.

TING TING TING A LING....ting ting ting...cling ting ting! ting....tingtingtingtingting!!!
Poppy had somehow retreived the missing bell.
Where had it flew to when it popped out of the feather stick?
How come my maid didn't somehow suck it up during her vaccuming?
How did the brown naughty managed to find it?
Daddymeow thinks Poppy was hiding the bell in his thick fur all along.
If Poppy can hold poo in his fur and drop it off on the floor later, he can jolly well hide a bell in his fur as well to be brought out to play whenever he wants to.
Poppy's fur is full of mysterious surprises.
Or so we thought.

The wretched, grating noises continued in the living room.
I imagined Poppy running around, pawing at the bell as he goes.
He likes that.
Only problem was I was desperately trying to sleep as I needed to wake up by 5.45am to catch a flight.
Poppy was relentless.
Ting-cling-ting ting tingTINGTING!!
I sighed, and tried to block the persistent noises while reassuring myself that after a few minutes, it would all be silent.
Cos Poppy would always end up pawing his noisy playthings under the sofa where it would just stay there till the maid comes over to dig it out for him.
I waited for the imminent silence.
CLINGCLINGCLING!
I waited somemore.
TINGCLINGTING!!!
??? This imminent silence was taking longer than usual.
Poppy Beckham would not let up and somehow, of all the days, seemed to be controlling the bell quite well, avoiding all nooks and crannies that would trap it.
I heard pounding paws on wood floor.
The final straw came when the bell hit the bedroom door rudely.
Poppy must have chased and pawed it all the way to the bedroom door. I heard his paws scrapping on the door's underside, perhaps trying to paw the bell out.
That's when i kicked daddy meow out of the bed to get the wretched bell.
He came in a second later and mumbled something about the boys not being happy about him confiscating the bell.
Party pooper daddy meow.
And that it was not only Poppy, but MeowMeow as well who was chasing the bell.
MeowMeow hardly plays with anything anymore ever since he became an old grumpy cat.
And there he was, playing 'football' with Poppy Beckham in the living room.
No wonder it was so noisy.
I paw, you paw. We paw paw all night long.
Poppy Beckham and Maradona MeowMeow.

I laughed myself to sleep thinking of their disappointed furry faces at the bell being taken away.
Where is the bell today?
Well, it was on the study table inside the bedroom.
Poppy came in and started pawing it on the bedroom floor.
Within less than a minute, the bell was under the table and there is no way of getting it out unless I take a long stick to push it out.
Now, why didn't that happened last night?
Cos life's like that.
But we love the kitties all the same.

Wordless Wednesday on a Monday

2008-12-08T14:37:00.001+08:00

I am a furry brown headless slug.

COT : Meme

2008-12-02T22:23:00.010+08:00

I have been tagged by KatzTales for a meme. Not good with memes but Ellen and her kitties are super duper nice, so I will do it…

8 random facts about MeowMeow :

1. MeowMeow loves scratches on his left shoulder blade. It gives him cat-gasms – he licks the air and raises his leg to pseudo scratch. Like a doggy.

2. He gets incredibly jealous of Poppy when the brown one sits with mummymeow. He sits with daddy to make mummy jealous.

3. Meow likes to sit like a human. Who's cuter? The bear or the cat with the pinkish, orange vanilla swirl?

4. He loves cuttlefish strips. Seriously worships. Would sell his kitty soul for cuttlefish strips.

5. On good days, he gives mummymeow wet nose kisses. He does! Very wet!

6. He hates Poppy but would still go and rescue when the brown fella gets into a bit of a situation. MeowMeow’s the anti hero.

7. MeowMeow’s tail curves to the right and has a kink because grandpameow had accidentally once slammed the door on his tail. Blinking blistering ouch.

8. He meows back to grandpameow. If grandpa meows 10 times, MeowMeow would reply 10 times with equally loud meows. He doesn’t meow when mummy or daddy meows at him. He just sits and feign aloofness.

8 random facts about Poppy Poo :

1. Poppy has tuffy paws which makes him skid and slide all over the floor.

2. Poppy loves to turn turtle and expose his belly to get attention (ehem, steal attention from MeowMeow) from all that cutesy display.

3. Poppy loves mummy the most, tolerates daddy.

4. Poppy isn’t afraid of people or firecrackers. Poppy isn’t afraid of anything. Poppy just likes to scold people, especially the vet.

5. Poppy thinks cat biscuits are the best. Table scraps, what table scraps???

6. Poppy doesn’t meow, he makes a funny noise that is not spellable. It’s the weirdest cat noise ever that is utterly amusing.

7. After bathing, Poppy looks like a string bean cos he’s all fur, no meat.

8. Poppy rarely hiss. When he does, he scares himself silly.

Phew, that's it. I thought I won't have time to do this but I managed to do it before 12 midnight. Not going to tag anyone. Cos i am bad at tagging people. Ta la.

Good night and have nice kitty dreams.

Wordless Wednesday : I have no head Part 2

2008-11-26T23:10:00.001+08:00

Round 2 - Fail big time, white flag

2008-11-23T14:50:00.004+08:00

My subsequent attempts after round 1 had ended up with a furious and bewildered Poppy and me with either more pee on my fingers or sand in the jar.

Ok, I did it two more times and then raised the white flag.

Cos Poppy would not go when he sees me crouching in front of him, one hand holding a jar, all poised...he would immediately slink out of his kitty litter with a not so pleased squawk.

I mean, who would go right? If someone just looks at you with big beady eyes while you sit on the toilet.

I thought it wouldn't be right to keep on at it- cos if Poppy won't go when he's supposed to and holds back his pee, then it would not be good for the kidneys.

I am causing more damage than anything else.

So i stopped.

And then got caught up with so much work that I had no time to think about alternatives.

But thank you to all who took the time to offer me other solutions.

I will be trying Lee County Clowder's option next weekend.

Will be going shopping for the necessary stuff.

And it's time to put up the cage.

Poppy's happy i am not chasing him for pee anymore.

For time being.

Found some old photos of the naughty one the other day.

I think it was too bright for him, hence the paw over the eyes.

That was my old pillow. Poppy loved it.

The usual Poppy pose. All day, everyday. Hot belly.

My dad used to call him "Big Claw". I call him 'Yeti' sometimes.

This is the most precious photo. So pitifully adorable looking.

Have a good Sunday!

Round 1 - Fail

2008-11-15T16:25:00.005+08:00

I suck at collecting pee big time.

Could hardly even do anything except stalk Poppy.

Each time he slinks to the bathroom, i would tip toe quickly after him just to see him sitting in front of the kitty litter, looking at me with big puzzled gollywog eyes.

The one that says "What's mummy's problem? Why is she skulking after me?"

That happened a few times.

And when Poppy FINALLY went to pee, i rush in but couldn't push the plastic container fast enough underneath him and got pee on my fingers. And cat litter sand in the container with a drop of pee.

Poppy had the most incredulous face.

He proceeded to follow me around then, with torrents of unhappy squawks while i wash the container and my hands.

Scolding mummy.

Sigh.

Now he's just parked himself on the work bench opposite me while i work.

Waiting for round 2.

I need to think out of the box here.

Me and pee

2008-11-15T15:15:00.003+08:00

As I would have guessed it - no Katkor sold in Malaysia. Sigh.
I guess we are not progressive enough?
Or maybe that most cats in Malaysia don't have kidney problems, hence, nobody's gonna make any money if they import it in.
Most probably will buy it online and have it shipped here.
That will take a while.
For now, it's me with the plastic container the vet has given me.
Yes, i am the crazy or would be crazy pee stalker.
It's hard. While I am working on my laptop, i also have to train myself to be very aware of Poppy's whereabouts.
If he slinks to the kitty litter, i have to be ready with the plastic container to swoop it below the furry one while he pees.
Somehow, i don't think it's gonna work.
Poppy's such a fussy cat.
He eyes me suspiciously since i am acting a bit weird, lurking in corners when he's nearby the kitty litter.

Funny thing is, it's a cold and rainy day today.
Poppy has not even gone to the kitty litter and i have gone to the bathroom 3 times already.
He knows, the little tyke.

Will let u know if i score.

Pops and the urine tests

2008-11-10T22:28:00.004+08:00

Work kept me from updating this month. It’s such a crazy time especially this year and I have been saddled with more work and responsibility than I could handle. It’s always nice to come home to my furry babies who are my ‘spirit lifters’ with their cute faces.

Poppy’s still healthy and playful despite having to now go to the vet once every 2 weeks for urine test so that we can monitor his kidney development closely.

However, it takes a lot to get urine out of Poppy. For a mummy, it’s never easy to see someone press on your kitty’s bladder to force the urine out. Poppy would be screaming, kicking like a donkey, all in protest of being handled in such an undignified manner.

And all I could do is to cajole him softly while the vet tries his best to get the much needed urine out.

Last week, Poppy went to the vet and there was not enough urine to run a full test.

Imagine the frustration for me and also for the fang face.

My vet said this week “Why don’t I give you the jar and if you see Poppy going to the kitty litter, quickly push the jar underneath him to collect the pee…”

I looked at him. Huh?

Poppy’s not an easy cat.

He would never allow me to do so. This is one cat who doesn’t like people coming up towards or behind him, would run away before you can hold or cuddle him.

Poppy would only come to you on his own accord.

So, imagine me trying to sneak up behind him to swoop the jar underneath his furry body to get pee.

Hmmmm…has anyone every done that?

“Poppy squats very low onto the kitty sand” was my other explanation to my vet.

Sigh.

Personally, getting urine from a cat is so stressful.

Poppy hates it – he scolds the vet.

Small tyke likes to scold people.

I am sorry Poppy has to go through this but he’s such a tough cookie.

Whenever I stare at the little fang face, I am impressed by how tough he is.

He has so many stones in both his kidneys and a huge one to boot and by any standards, should be in kitty heaven but he’s still holding on.

And he looks so unaffected. So adorable and so loving still.

But everyday, I wake up with slight trepidation that things will suddenly change.

I have heard of cats going to bed healthy and the next day, almost at verge of death.

Poppy’s always in my mind at work.

The locked door holds so many what ifs.

I am happy when the door to our apartment creaks open to reveal Poppy’s naughty face looking at me when I come home.

Or whenever daddy meow is home earlier than me (which is usually the norm), I would ask how are the boys.

At this moment, Poppy’s last urine reading had been quite positive. No signs of further kidney deterioration. I am happy, for now.

He still chases MeowMeow around and pokes his busy body face into everything.

Here’s MeowMeow looking outside.

And here’s Poppy sticking his face into MeowMeow’s view.

So naughty.

I read that encouraging your kitty to drink more water can help.

Not help by magically making the kidney stones disappear, but help to prevent more stones from forming.

One of the way is to put more bowls of water at various corners at home.

I used to have only one at the kitchen area.

Now I have 4 in my apartment.

One in the kitchen, one nearby their kitty litter, one near where Poppy sleeps and one near the window which both cats like to sit to watch the world go by.

Cats are curious creatures as well as quite lazy and can go without water for a long time.

Put one bowl nearby them and they would be motivated to drink more versus a bowl far away. Especially MeowMeow, the fat lard who would just sit and sleep all day.

Poppy would check out each bowl and drink from each one.

I guess it worked – he’s been drinking more water lately.

And so has MeowMeow.

The only thing is that I have to wash and refill 4 bowls everyday.

I guess that’s about the most exercise I get these days anyway, so no complains.

Do so too if you wish, it's good for your cats to drink more.

musings

2008-10-23T00:58:00.007+08:00

after poppy's being diagnosed with CRF, i had spent days crying.
and then i had to go to work the next day with swollen, heavy eyes.
then as days went by and i got more information about CRF, the tears reduced a little.
i am back to a semblance of my usual self, but also, it's mostly work that dilutes my sadness.

basically, as helen writes in her CRF website, nothing about your cat has changed after the vet's visit - all that's changed is your perception.
it's true - poppy's still the same cat, bumbling and lovable.
what's changed is the owner - me.
it's how i look at poppy now. and even meowmeow.
every little pat, every little belly rub now seems more significant and i treasure every wet nose kiss, every head butt and every belly exposing episodes.
but it is also the every little bits that i treasure bring a little sharp stab of pain stemming from the acute awareness that one day it might all be taken away from me.
someone said that it's going to happen one day anyway, unless, well, if i get banged by a car tomorrow and i go first.
but it's still something i don't have the strength to accept.
the 'what if it happens tomorrow?" is always etched in my consciousness.

i used to wake up in the wee hours of the morning and steal downstairs in my dad's house to cuddle up on the couch with meowmeow.
i always knew that he won't be with me forever and i wanted to spend as much of my time with my furry one.
when we moved into our apartment, daddy meow used to have to go to the living room to 'collect' me from the couch where he would find either meowmeow or poppy sleeping on my belly or nestled cosily on my side.

when i first scooped meowmeow from the streets, he was this filthy, mite infested kitty.
when i dropped him off the pet shop for grooming, the groomer carried him to the room but stopped short to turn around and motion "say goodbye to mummy" using meowmeow's right paw to signal the bye bye sign to me.
that's when it hit me : i am a mummy.
now i feel and understand why mums are always worried about their children.
fur or no fur.
it's that basic instinct that guides us to protect, nourish and love unconditionally.
i became mummy meow that day.

i remember when i drove away from my regular vet's clinic last week, feeling all depressed because he did not display the traits of a caring vet, I turned to poppy who was on the passenger seat in his cage and said softly "don't worry pops, mummy won't give up on you".
and i won't.

in sadness comes displays of kind human gestures.
thank you to all who had dropped a message with kind words of encouragement.
i am sorry if ever my journal made anyone sad or depressed.
cos the past few entries were written at the lowest hour, when i felt the most broken.

but it's getting better now.
sometimes i wonder if not knowing is better or knowing and coping with the knowledge is better.
i guess when you know, you are able to take precaution.
but you always feel like there is a time bomb somewhere, waiting to explode.
a fact that i cannot circumvent. it gnaws into my head and festers itself like a dark cloud over me.

still.

i think it's always better knowing despite the sadness.

My decision

2008-10-18T19:13:00.005+08:00

After seeing quite a number of vets, I finally settled on the one nearest to my house.

The decision is not to operate.
The odds of failure are too high.
Vets who I have spoken with says it's too big of a risk.
One even said if it's bladder stones, it's no problemo - but not kidney stones.

I decided to re-visit the usual vet i go to last week which led to the reason why I chose another vet closer to my house.
Apparently this is quite a well known doctor in the veterinary community.
Whose staff had been treating Poppy since baby.
It is one of his vet who told me that I should operate but told me that Poppy may die.
But also told me that if i didn't operate, he only has a few months to live.
And no other information.
Which prompted me to seek many 2nd opinions from other vets.
Last Thursday, I went back to my vet but insisted I speak to the famous dr whose name is plastered on his clinic's signboard.
He looked at Poppy's x-rays.
And then he said in his 30 years, he has never seen a cat with such a kidney condition.
And that he has never treated a cat with kidney stones.
And then looked at me.
The whole consultation went like this : I asked him and he answered me one or two words.
If i didn't ask him, he would just stare at me.
Like as though he was waiting for me to ask.
In fact, whatever questions I asked him was based on my previous knowledge gathered from other vets' opinion and I was asking him on all the possibilities, treatments, diet...etc..
And he answered but offered nothing else.
At one point, I told him "Look, I am not learning anything from you...could you please tell me more?"
And then he just looked at me.
I felt like it was such a waste of time.
I am a normal person. I don't know vet stuff. But here I am, asking and talking about BUN and Creatinine and diet food and all he just did was answered one or two words and no further addition to that.
It was as though he was waiting for me to lead him with my questions and that's it.
No further insights, nothing.
It was frustrating. Even annoying to a point.
There could be more things I wouldn't know about and I couldn't lead the consultation by asking them cos I wouldn't know what to ask.
I kept asking him what is the next step.
And that took him a while to tell me.
He didn't even want to look at Poppy's ultrasound.
He just said, Poppy's an abnormal cat - buck tooth, signs of cataract, kidney stones.
And charged me consultation fees for his zero consultation.

It was raining when I left his clinic with Poppy.
Each droplet which fell on me felt so punishing, like needles.
That was the moment I decided, he will no longer be my vet.
I droved to the vet closest to my house and walked in with Poppy.
I was tired, without makeup, teary and wet from the rain. I went up to the vet and asked him "My cat has kidney stones. Are you willing to help me? If yes, I will stick with you".
He said yes. And he was willing to listen and give advice.
And that was it.
That's how I made my decision on who I want to help me with Poppy.

I believe now that the majority opinion is to avoid operation, I don't need a vet with 30 years of experience but none so in treating feline kidney stones.
Cos we now have accepted the fact that it will be a diet management.
To inhibit the growth of the stones to ensure that Poppy live as long as he can comfortably.
To do so, from what I have learned, it will be regular trips to the vet for bloodwork, urine tests, etc to monitor his kidneys.
And at later stage (which I pray won't come), I might need to bring Poppy weekly to the vet for treatments.
I have learned this from reading Tanya's site.

This has lead to my decision to go to a vet nearest to my house.
It's like 2 minutes away.
I do this to ensure that if ever there is an emergency, I am able to get Poppy to the vet as fast as possible.
But also, choosing a close by vet helps to lessen Poppy's stress on travelling. Cos he will be doing a lot of that.
And I believe, a vet who is more caring will be able to help Poppy more than a 30 year experienced vet who has an ego the size of a..... and has zero experience on feline kidney stones. And zero consultation skills.

Sorry for the vet bashing here but I do have a right to speak my mind.

Poppy's fine but there are signs of changes in personality.
But he still chases MeowMeow around and enjoys a good grooming session.

He is now in good hands.

CRF

2008-10-16T00:57:00.012+08:00

3 days and still no news from the vet on Poppy's urine test.

Y told me that god needs Poppy more than me.
That's why he's going to take Poppy away earlier than usual.
Because Chronic Renal Failure (CRF) is more prevalent to older cats.
Poppy's 4 years old only.
I have been searching for answers without even realizing that crucial answers are in front of me.
In the form of my colleague.
She has had a cat who passed away from CRF.
Till the day he died, he was a fat orange cat, very pampered and well loved.
I cried the day she texted me and told me that Ommi passed away and how he looked so peaceful.
I would cry for all animals.
Once I feel stronger, I would talk to her.

But for now, I found a bit of solace in Helen's website on CRF.
http://www.felinecrf.org
It's so informative, it is a wonder why I did not find this site earlier.
Helen lost her two cats, Tanya and Thomas to CRF and has dedicated her time to publish this site that is so informative, it makes your head spin.
And she is not a vet. Just a person who loved and lost 2 cats and wanted to help others by writing about her experience and all the knowledge she has gathered over the years, coping with CRF.
I find the part on Success Stories being the most inspiring.
http://www.felinecrf.org/success_stories.htm
It gave me a sliver of hope that maybe it is not going to be so bad afterall....
Maybe. No one knows.
But knowledge is power and the more I understand about the situation, the more I am able to cope and possibly allow Poppy to live longer, as comfortably as he can.
The most inspiring stories are the ones that the vet would say that there is no hope and there is only a week left but the cat went on and live for 3 - 5 years.
One was diagnosed at the age of 16 but lived till 22.
So, there is hope.
Just because someone says Poppy won't be around for long, I should not just resign to the idea that he's going to go soon.
But of course it doesn't stop me from feeling sad and tearful.

If Poppy's willing to fight, I will too.
God is not going to take him away from this mummy so easily.
Cos I need Poppy more.
Never underestimate the love of a mom for her baby.
The worst thing someone could say to me is that it's ok, I still have MeowMeow.
Both are just as precious.
I mean, you won't say that to a person if she was going to lose one of her human baby right - it's ok, you still have your other child.
Like what Tybalt said, just because my baby has paws and fur, it doesn't make him less important.
I fought tooth and nail to nurse MeowMeow back to health from his car accident.
3 months of visiting him at the vet almost everyday, talking, stroking him to bring his spirit up.
Another 3 -4 months nursing him at home, spoon feeding him wet food everyday and cleaning up after him.
All the while coping with a demanding career and the exhaustion of it all.
If the vet could, he would have chopped off MeowMeow's leg as it was just hanging there, held by a few pieces of muscle.
Vets could sometimes be wrong.
MeowMeow had a successful surgery and beat all odds - he can jump, run, even scratch his itchy neck with his 'broken' leg.

Now, I will fight for Poppy.
I will not give up until the day I need to.

Even if it means I have to wake up earlier to tend to Poppy, or sleep later, by all means.
Even if it means going to the vet almost every week, so be it.
Even if it means I look like shit with my tired face - bring it on.
So god, I won't let u have Poppy without a fight.

For those who want to know more on CRF, please visit Helen's site.
Knowledge is power.

Time

2008-10-13T23:54:00.006+08:00

Today's visit to the vet and urine sample did not give good results.
The vet said I won't have Poppy for long.
And that operation is not a good option.
So, what I am gonna do is to go back to my original vet for another consult.
This weekend.
If he says the same thing, i would go to another vet.
If that one says the same thing, then it is god's will to take Poppy away.
The unfair thing is that Poppy's only 4 years old.
All i need to do is then to focus on the positive side and stop feeling sad and miserable.
At least I still have Poppy around and knowing this, would be able to spend more time with the furry one.
I don't think anyone could cheer me up right now, perhaps the best is to feel really sad and then it will pass and one can go on to focus on the more positive side of things like making the best of our remaining time with Poppy.
Like BL says, it's like his damaged car. He feels the pain too seeing it damaged cos it's brand new.
I don't think it's the same but I guess this is the best emphathy i could get from a non pet owner.
No, I am not complaining about BL - so please don't start criticising me, brother.
What he said did make me think a bit- people around me won't understand how i feel, so eventually i have to tough up and dry my tears.
Cos i don't think going to work with red eyes and sad face would inspire them. I have to lead a team of 6 people and look after another 2 later on, so, I guess I can't act sad in front of them.
But some days I wish I could be just me. I have always looked out after people, now it's time to think about myself a bit.
Once all my presentations are over in Nov, I will take time off to be with Poppy.
That's my time off.

Perhaps there's still some hope left.
When u love something so much, u want to believe that there is still some hope left despite the bleak results.
I don't have children at present, so all my love is channeled to my cats. I don't have anything else to distract me from my sadness.
Knowing that i am going to eventually lose one of them at such early age is a pain that I cannot bear.
A thought crossed my mind today - thank god I bought Poppy from the pet shop.
Cos i believe he is better off with me than another owner.
Even though the sadness I feel now is unbearable, I will never regret the fact I bought Poppy and he's part of my life.
And that i get to love him and give him as much as i could before he goes.

There is still some time left.
Poppy's fiesty, so perhaps there is more than a few months.
I hope for at least a year.

For cat lovers, my simple advice is : do x-rays once a year, blood and urine test at least every 2 months. Kidney failure is always detected very last minute, when the cat is in a bad stage already, hence that is why so many vets don't have the experience of operating on kidneys because there is no chance.

A bit of hope

2008-10-12T01:03:00.006+08:00

Being away for work is the hardest.

3 days away from my cats seemed like eternity.
Especially when i constantly worry about Poppy and if daddy meow would remember to give the cats fresh water and scoop the litter tray every day.
Am glad to be home now.
Poppy's doing fine.
We've completely changed his diet to Royal Canin Renal as recommended by my vet.
And we've also bought the c/d diet from Royal Canin which specifically claims to be able to dissolve certain stones in the kidneys.
But at this point, we don't know what type of stones Poppy has.
The ultrasound shows that both kidneys have stones.
One kidney has a huge stone but is functioning better than the other kidney which has less stones.
I have learnt so much over the past week.
That feline kidney stones are not as common as one may think.
First thing the vet will ask if it's bladder stones or kidney stones.
I would definitely not hesitate to let Poppy go for operation if it's bladder stones.
But for kidney stones, it's another thing altogether.
The risks are way much higher.
That's why the vet today gave me some hope.
He said it's better to do more tests first instead of saying 'you must do the operation or the cat will die'.
Poppy's so far had 2 x-rays and an ultrasound.
Next test would be to get urine and blood samples to determine the type of stones in order to ascertain if operation is needed or not.
The most the vet can say is that if the kitty is still running, jumping and eating normally, don't do the operation yet.
It is always more advisable to get more tests running and learn about the type of stones before doing opting for surgery.
What made my heart sank a bit today though, was that the vet said the failure rate of operating on kidneys are high.
Operation may go well but the cat may not be able to cope post operation due to infection, leakage, kidney failure, etc.
But what brought my hope up was that the vet did say it may be possible for Poppy to live a normal life with the stones, and that we control it via diet. And maybe some minor ones may eventually dissolve in time to come.
Who knows?
Nobody does.
But at least it is a small ray of light shinning through my dark clouds today.
For me, i love my cats too much and i am not good at dealing with grief.
When MeowMeow was knocked by a car and went missing for one week, i remembered i cried every day till the day he came back.

Anyway, there is still hope.
At least Poppy's still himself. Naughty and so unsuspecting.

I have KC and ML to thank for posting my story up on Cat's Blogosphere that gave me quite a few good comments which i have taken note of.

And i am very grateful for all the comments - the purrs, advice, experiences that cat lovers have left here. It helped me form my questions to the vet. Thank you so much, it meant a lot to me.

And of course, Sharlene and Ellen who gave me really great vet contacts which i have visited and will be visiting soon. Thank you so much.

At times like this, it is always nice to know that there are so many animal lovers out there who are willing to help by offering a piece of advice and a purr.

I will have to make my decision soon. One more vet to see.

Here's Poppy eating his c/d wet diet. MeowMeow gets to eat too.

And here's Poppy being spoon fed his c/d diet.I reheated his food one day and when he refused to eat it, i spooned some and blew on it to cool it down and then fed it to Poppy. After that, the naughty refuses to eat from the bowl, preferring to be spoon fed. Cats are smart.

Precious Poppy

2008-10-06T00:42:00.006+08:00

Poppy had an ultrasound today so that we can look at the stones in his kidneys to determine the next course of action.
They have to shave off his belly fur to do the ultrasound.
Poppy has no belly fur now.
It's quite weird, seeing his tummy all exposed.
This little bit of whitish, pinkish skin, sorta like a lizard's tummy.
Prognosis was not good.
All i could remember is how emotionless the vet was while he drone on and on about the ramifications of the entire thing.
I could never be a vet. Cos I could never maintain that poker, emotionless face while talking to patients. I cry too easily.
Suddenly, all those months of watching Grey's Anatomy made sense.
Doing an operation doesn't always guarantee success.
It's a 50-50 gamble.
If i let them cut, Poppy may die from the complications during or post surgery.
He may die this month if I let the vet do it.
If I don't let them cut, Poppy will eventually also die. But that may be a year or more.
My main aim is to keep him with me as long as I can.
That's the hardest part now - to operate and let him struggle to survive or not to operate and let him live happily till the day he goes.

I don't feel like going into the details in this journal.
Not today anyway.
Not for a while.

I never would have thought my cockeyed optimist, happy go lucky, bumbling court jester would have such a serious problem.
Cos he looks so unaffected, so lively still, despite a shaved belly.
I don't know what to do as I still need to see a few more vets.

What am i waiting for?
Perhaps for someone to tell me that it's possible to get rid of kidney stones without cutting up Poppy.
Or that there is some form of non-traditional cure like prayers that could magically dissolve the stones in both kidneys.
Or that it is possible to have such huge stones in kidneys but still live a normal life without complications.

I don't know how much time i have left. Who knows?
All i know is, Poppy's still well and I want to spend as much time with him as i can.

Wordless Wednesday : I have no head

2008-10-01T14:21:00.002+08:00

Please read Katz Tales and go to Bangsar Village Shopping Centre 1 this Saturday...might drop by...eh, daddy meow?

Poppy the naughty cat

2008-09-30T00:03:00.018+08:00

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

2008-09-23T23:33:00.010+08:00

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

2008-09-21T13:17:00.007+08:00

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

2008-09-20T15:26:00.010+08:00

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

2008-09-16T01:44:00.014+08:00

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

2008-09-13T11:05:00.011+08:00

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

2008-09-10T00:18:00.012+08:00

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".

Cats and friendship

2008-09-04T23:12:00.008+08:00

MeowMeow is heavy.

Look at the pinkish white belly.

How did he get so heavy? Table scraps.

On the brighter side of things, Poppy's better now.
His naughty look has returned and he's started doing some naughty things....i even caught him contemplating jumping from the dining table to the kitchen table, which is like 3 ft apart. He was contemplating. When he fixes his gollywog eyes on the kitchen table with that chau kuan (bad habit) face, I know.

But of course, Poppy's still due for the 2nd x-ray end of next month.

Thanks to the 'get well' messages on Facebook for Poppy. It was really unexpected but deeply touching and very much appreciated. Even more so for the fact that these people don't even know me personally, haven't seen Poppy or me in real life.

And that the people on FB who i actually do know personally did not even bother to drop a message.

Life is unpredictable. Friends come and go. But whatever it is, at least for now, I have my two kitties. And that makes me happy.

Poppy's a little better

2008-08-31T21:15:00.006+08:00

Poppy's a little better. Poor thing had a traumatic time in the vet. The doctor x-rayed and drew out blood from the brown one to run a series of test. Funnily enough at the vet's place, Poppy looked and acted fine. Which didn't help at all. So naughty. His reflexes were fine on that day. He walked well, was as fierce as usual to the vet.

However, his x-ray showed 2 blotches which the vet could not ascertain what they are. Poppy's scheduled to come back for another x-ray in a months' time. If it's serious, Poppy needs to be operated. Eeeek.

His blood test showed that his kidneys are not functioning at the normal rate though. So, diet has to be changed. The vet made me buy kibbles specially for kidney problems - super expensive.
But looking at the way both cats eat the new kibbles - seems yummy...

Poppy's not that well yet but he looks better than before. His 'naughty' look has returned, although in small doses. He doesn't seem to be interested to chase furry toys, but at least he's walking around a bit more, rubbing his furry head on our bodies from time to time. Now he's just parked his furry body on daddy meow's recliner. Daddy meow has to sit somewhere else. Even the orange one cannot sit on the recliner cos Poppy's branded it as his now. I guess when u are sick, u do things that are out of the norm. Daddy meow's not amused though. No place to sit.

Poor Poppy Poo. He's only 4 years old. So small, so frail, Poppy never seem to grow.

Poppy's under the weather

2008-08-26T00:47:00.004+08:00

Poor Poppy's not feeling well.
Need to go to the vet for check up.
Hope he will be up and bouncing soon, looking for naughty things to do.
Now he doesn't look naughty.
Probably DID something naughty that probably sprained his leg or hurt his back or something.
Maybe the orange one sat on him one night.
Now Poppy just curls up on the couch and sleeps, looking forlorn.
Poor Pops. It's abnormal.

Table cat

2008-08-20T02:57:00.010+08:00

the one day i gave poppy the right to jump onto my dining=work table and sleep there while i work, was the day that the naughty brown mainecoon persian decided that it will ALWAYS BE OK to jump onto the table.

and sit there while i work.

first he sits and looks at me with his gollywog eyes.

then he would slowly lie flat on the table.

sometimes he would just sprawl all out, his furry tail spilling over onto my laptop's keyboard while i work.

bear in mind, i have 2 laptops on the dining table. plus paperwork and files. but poppy-is-naughty still wants to sleep on on the table. sometimes on the papers itself.

i guess he loves me a lot lot more than ehem.

popsie wants to be with mummy.

popsie is my mini me.

my evil shadow.

some days, while working intently on the laptop, i would suddenly see this furry paw coming into my periphery view, pawing at my mouse. or my hand. or my keyboard.

then some days, he would sleep facing very close to my laptop, almost like his face is next to my screen.

the other day, he curled up on the table, purring abnormally loud.
it was like this motor running next to me.

PURR PURR PURR PURR PURR! continuously and very loudly.

"Ooi, why you purr so loud wan today?"

and Poppy toned down his purr immediately....he understood me.

yesterday, he trode all over my keyboard just to get to the other side of the table.

poppy's walking all over me and i allow it.

last sunday, i wasn't feeling so well. went to look for some medicine in the fridge while poppy observed me from the table.

i found the medicine but a strong wave of nausea caused me to crouch down, locked in the position until the feeling passed.

poppy looked and looked.

then he let out a meow and got up to jump down onto the floor, all the while looking at me with a worried face.

like as though he wanted to come and see if i was ok.

but he kinda missed his footing and landed clumsily onto the floor in front of me!

and he auwed pitifully at me when he landed.

poor pops!

what a bumbling court jester he is.

wanted to show his concern for me but tripped instead.

despite the nausea, i was terribly amused.

of course, also touched.

how could u not love pops?

10 brownie points for the furry one.

?

2008-08-19T22:47:00.005+08:00

Daddy meow text :

Your boys make so much noise at night and sleep like mati (dead) in the day.

How true.

Constant meowing and whimpering outside the bedroom door can be quite disruptive to sleep. Some days i resort to putting on ear plugs to sleep (that and also cos daddy meow snores...really loudly!).....Preposterous Poppy scratches the door and meows. After a while, he goes away, just to be replaced by Meow Madness, who pulls at the door and meows on top of his voice. They take turns. Meow actually puts his paw underneath the door, grabs it and pulls the door towards him. It makes the door rattle...some days, when he's just crazy at it, it sounds like there's this mad maniac with a chain saw rattling your door, waiting for you to come out to seal your doom.

In the day time, both are dead. Hibernating i guess.
So that they can act like hooligans at night.

Sigh.

This is Meow Madness in his dead sleeping pose. With eyes open. A bit scary eh?

Me, Poppy and water bowl

2008-08-16T01:24:00.013+08:00

poppy, the naughty furry mainecoon persian with huge gollywog eyes.

preposterous poppy made me fall down one day.
and it's not like it's the first time. he's always getting in my way, in between my legs..... i mean, when my mom reads this, she would be so horrified....since i am this no-longer-20-something-better-be-careful-not-to-fall-down-
osteroporosis-prone-girl...

sigh.
big sigh.

i should do a collection of all the naughty things poppy has done. it's like when pops left a piece of treat for daddy meow on our kitchen table Poppy left a treat

and when he almost burned down the apartment Poppy is up to naughtiness again

see....it's always poppy the naughty.

and this time, he made me fall down.

poppy has this chau kuan (bad habit) of pulling his water bowl towards him when he wants to drink. as in, he refuses for some reason to go close to the water bowl. instead, he prefers to stop a few inches away from it and then extends his furry yeti-like paw, grabs the top of the bowl and pulls it towards him. talk about weird quirks. it's really naughty cos by doing so, his paw gets soaked in the water - you know...paw in water means DIRTY paw in water means poor orange meowmeow has to drink paw soaked water courtesy of poppy...

that's why i change water very often.

i used to have 2 bowls...now it's just down to one. this is why.

i had one plastic and one glass bowl. by virtue of the plastic bowl being lighter, poppy likes to pull the plastic one. i put the bowls in a corner on the kitchen floor. poppy likes to pull it out from the corner. like this :
bowl in corner - so that i don't step on it. and that the kitties don't bang into it when they play catch me games.

but poppy likes to pull it out. into my path. maybe he wants to kill mummy. or rather, daddy, but the plan went wrong. cos i became the casualty instead of daddy meow.

one night after dinner, we came home and i walked into the kitchen area and failed to notice that the water bowl was right in the middle of my path. so i stepped right into the plastic water bowl and WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!
skidded AND landed on my butt! water everywhere! ouch! it was very painful! i think the first thing that came out of my mouth was "POPPEEEEEE!!!! So naughty la!!!!"

poppy looked terribly worried and guilty.

i threw away the plastic bowl which broke anyway cos i stepped on it. daddy meow just laughed and went into the bedroom.

because of poppy, now the 2 cats share one water bowl. and i am wiser now, i make sure i look down.
anyone wants to adopt poppy?
so adorably naughty. who loves ya, pops?

MeowMeow : I hate Poppy.

Sunbathing

2008-08-15T00:37:00.005+08:00

MeowMeow sunbathing. He likes basking in the morning sun. It's the perpectual sight that greets me every morning when i walk out of my bedroom to go to work. MeowMeow would usually be nearby the window, soaking in the sun. Is he cold? Why would he be cold? He's warm blooded. He does that as well in my dad's house, out in the garden. Sometimes when it gets too hot, like scorchingly hot, i would go out to the garden and to scoop him back into the house. Afraid that he would just sunbathe till the sun makes him all blur and dumb.....what? which cat sleeps under the hot scorching sun? Sunbathe until his little kitty brain gets fried.

It is NOT something you would see Poppy the furry do. Poppy is hot ALL the time. That's why he sleeps belly up and directly under the fan, fur billowing in the air. If the aircon is on, he would shift to be at the spot where the cold air hits the ground. Smart eh? Who says cats are aloof and dumb? They are incredibly schemingly smart!
MeowMeow : I am cuter than Poppy.

And daddy meow - no lion cut for Poppy. I know u want but i like Poppy furry!

Beautiful aura

2008-08-12T22:45:00.002+08:00

Somedays, u just feel so mad at certain people.
It's never easy working with people.
Times when u feel like killing them all is when u have to stop to remind yourself not to take it too seriously at work.
Easier said than done.
But then nowadays, most people just lack of certain manners and civic mindedness at work.
That makes me mad and sad.
But when i come home, I get to see 2 furry faces who would love me no matter what and that makes the day feel better.
It's nice to have animals around.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's an interesting picture.
It's like as though MeowMeow has an aura.

He's sitting on top of daddy meow's recliner.
Some days he sits there, like a gargoyle (is that how it's spelt?), staring down at daddy meow's head. So aloof and dignified at the same time.

Till the next naughty post about Poppy who made me fall down....

Boys' birthday continued.....

2008-08-10T18:28:00.013+08:00

Unfortunately for the 2 furry boys, 8th of August also means it's time to go to the vet.
Yes, i am that practical, knowing how forgetful both daddy meow and I could be, 8th of August is chosen as their birthday AND also time to get your annual jab jab day.

Yes, i am terrible. Absolutely diabolical.

So, on a Saturday morning on the 9th, we took Poppy to the vet first. That's cos i only have one PTU (the Furrari) and so could only being them one at a time. Yes, i seriously need to get another one. Sigh.

Poppy the blur cock-eyed optimist almost always get conned to go into the PTU. Pops : Helloooo....what is theeze?? I wanna go in.

Pops : Looks comfy...

And in he goes. No need to push, no need to bribe. Easy peasy. Pop's never a day wiser.

I guess everyone who has cats can attest to this : cats meow a lot in the car. But then they get to the vet, it's like zip! no sound. not even a peep. or squeak.

Pops had to be Frontlined again cos of this recurring fur mite. Poor Pops. Fur mites love him. Either that or we suspect he keeps breeding them...like he actually LIKES them...why?
Cos the fur mites eat his fur. It makes fur drop off. Like a lot.
And Poppy gets less fur = Poppy not so hot.
Lots of fur = Poppy very hot.
So, Poppy likes fur mites. Fur mites is his best buds.

I got quite a scolding when Poppy finally emerged from the spraying room, all wet from the Frontline solution. It reeks of alcohol as well. Mummy was scolded all the way back home.

Came back home and out the soggy one tumbled out, reeking of Frontline. MeowMeow was sitting on the coffee table, looking at Poppy with one kind of face. It's that "Oh no"...

I turned my attention to Pops for one second and looked up again to see MeowMeow gone from the coffee table. In just a split of a second. It's like those Japanese horror flicks where u see the ghost and suddenly it's gone. Poof!

Where did the orange one go?
Hiding underneath daddy meow's recliner, trying to look nonchalant. But with a very worried face. As u can see, Meowz is the smarter cat. Poppy's just happy go lucky bumbling la li la li la cat who is not too smart at all.

That's Meowz slinking away from daddy meow who tried to take a photo of him crouching underneath the recliner...
And that's Meowz after slinking away from recliner to the corner behind our tread mill. Looking VERY the sour puss indeed. See that tail all curled in towards body as much as possible, crouching very low to the ground...Meowz was trying to make himself as small as possible so that people don't spot him!

Grabbing him is no problem. But putting him into the PTU is a biggest problem. The orange one just puts his anchors down and acts like lead. Pushing him in is like pulling a donkey who refuses to budge. So, we had to open the PTU from top and then lift him into it from top. But always, before we manage to close the top, Meowz would have used his spring legs to bounce out with such a combustion of energy one would be surprised for a cat with a broken leg.

So, daddy meow would have to hold him down and i would have to quickly cover the top and snap all latches close.

I almost died of exasperation once when i was alone and had to bring Meowz to the vet. I think it took me longer to get Meowz into the PTU than it took me to get him to the vet.

So naughty.

Meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow!!!!
That was all the way to the vet.
Meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow!!!!
That was all the way back from the vet.

But as usual, vet said Meowz is a very good, gentle cat.
And Pops is very wild and fierce looking.
Pops scolds everyone. Especially the one who jabs him.

I guess the small tyke can be quite a fighter. And the orange one although big, is a gentle giant.

Once all vet stuff is done, it's time to bribe our way into forgiveness.
Canned fish.

Pops : Faster!!!

I guess it's always nicer to eat from other people's bowl. Look at Pops! Luckily no hiss from MeowMeow!

Both boys have forgiven me.
Especially Poppy. Easy peasy. A bit of fish, a bit of scratch, and Poppy loves mummy again.

Till next August....
Phew.

It's the boys' birthday today

2008-08-08T01:01:00.006+08:00

8th of August 2008. Olympics in China. My wedding anniversary. And Poppy and MeowMeow's birthday.

Eh?

Well, I don't know when they were born. Meowz was picked up from the streets (actually it was in front of a pet shop but i told my dad Meowz fell from the sky, courtesy of the buddha goddess - why am i so good in fibbing) and Poppy came from the pet shop and i was too excited to even ask at that time.

So, to enable ourselves to remember, our wedding anniversary is also dedicated as the boys' birthday as well. Actually, we married on 8th of August because if we had picked some other 'non significant' date, we will never remember. Yeah, with daddy meow already displaying signs of Alzheimer's and me with my two laptop and perpectual work, who remembers?

He doesn't even remember which year we got married. *coughs* Alzheimer's *coughs*

Daddy Meow : Where did we keep our wedding cert?

I rest my case.

8th of August. Yes, we are very practical. And very chinese-y for 2 very non chinese-y, banana people. Don't even know how to talk chinese properly. No wonder i am such an outcast, all alone, blogging about my 2 cats. What a life.

Daddy meow's gone and done up a nice picture for the blog header. Party hats for Pops and Meowz! Isn't that just so weirdly adorable!

Daddy meow : Let's go and buy party hats for the boys!
Me : (Rolling my eyes while stuffing myself with spaghetti) Yeah rite.

Who makes party hats for cats?

Happy Birthday to my two bestest buds.

Yes, big yawn-zers.
Meowz : Birthday? What birthday?

And and and and and!!! I made it to 1 year of blogging about the kitties! 1 YEAR! For someone with such short attention span, i actually blogged for 1 year already! Daddy meow, i took your challenge and i made it! Happy Birthday to PoppyMeow blog.

Does it mean i get 1 Thomas Sabo charm to add to my pitiful collection? (big bambi eyes)

Not BFF

2008-08-06T01:26:00.004+08:00

Pops being bullied by big brother Meowz.
I bite your head, you bite my neck, we bite bite everywhere.
No BFF here.
Just pure tolerating.
I guess it's hard for a terribly pampered orange cat to accept a newcomer in his spotlight.
They appreciate each other but will never be cats who sleep on top of each other.
And eat from the same bowl.
Ah swell.
I would have loooved to see them sleeping on top of each other.

Cat bag

2008-08-03T23:10:00.006+08:00

My 2nd Anya Hindmarch bag!

Got it on my birthday ages ago but did not take it out till now.

Another bag with Pops and Meow on each side.

Yes, i am such a cat bag lady.

Meow Madness on one side. Looking a bit washed out this time. First bag has a nicer photo of the orange one.
It's MeowMeow! A bit alien looking tho....
But Preposterous Poppy's picture came out very nice indeed. Poppy's usually not too photogenic so i must say this time, daddy meow had taken a nice shot of Pops. Side view, or not u can see his buck tooth sticking out like a sore thumb. Checking out my bag...grabbed it away before the naughty one opened his mouth to nibble...

It's funny. The stares i used to get when i carry this bag on my shoulder. But i rarely do, cos it's usually lovingly wrapped up and kept in a nice box. Away from dust. Dirt. Cat fur. And curious little kids who would come up and poke the bag with their grubby fingers...yes, it happened with some Egyptian kids in Amsterdam airport.

The usual reaction from people i know would be "Is that your cat?"

I have a colleague who just adores cats (she likes MeowMeow) and knows how my 2 boys look like quite well.

But when i showed her my first Anya bag, i was quite flabbergasted cos she said "So cute! This must be the new season of cat picture bags from Anya..." Or something to that effect.

"It's Poppy and MeowMeow la...aiyo!"

"Oh, u mean u can PRINT your cat photos on the bag?"

ugh.

Guess she doesn't know about their bespoke services.

I love my bag! Even though my original choice of photos were :

Now, isn't that just the cutest? But the payer of the bag didn't think so. He's so...

I have 2 Anyas, and i still don't ever get invitations to their events...sigh.

Thank you daddy meow!

Cats never listen to you

2008-08-03T22:46:00.005+08:00

The dining table = my work desk = forbidden zone.
No cat is supposed to sit on it.

Sleep on it.

Leave fur all over it.

And trod all over my paperwork.

And possibly steal a pen or my hair clip and hide it underneath the couch.

Or knock over my laptop. It happened once. Don't ask how.

Forbidden!!!!!!!!

Both boys know that.

And yet....
Spot the naughty one in this photo.

Caught red handed by daddy meow on a weekend morning.
Somemore sitting very close to the mouse.

It's always Poppy.

Poppy is irreverent.

Poppy : Forbidden? What's forbidden? I love this table cos mummy's always here...dining table, oh boy, my favourite!

Err, yes, u see 2 laptops on my dining table. Both mine.

Yes, i have to work very hard to pay for these two.

Look at naughty Poppy Poo and his very naughty yeti-like paws guarding my mouse.

Most days, if he sees daddy meow coming out of the bedroom and glaring at him, Poppy would squeak and promptly jump off the table. Cos he knows. He can't win with daddy meow.

If he sees me, he would just continue to nonchalantly sit on the table, pretending like he's not there.

Cos mummy's a pushover.

Cats always know who loves them most. And they step all over that person.

Fat Meow

2008-08-03T02:22:00.003+08:00

I found this picture of MeowMeow a long time ago.

My, i think THIS IS the FATTEST picture i have ever seen of MeowMeow.
How and when did he get so obese?

The answer is simple.
My dad.
When we were still living at my dad's house, he used to love buying fishes for MeowMeow.
Not so much for the actual feeding of fish to the orange fuzzy, but more like for the adoring attention that MeowMeow would lavish him while waiting for him to debone the cooked fish.
It's like this total look of adulation - my dad = fish god.
What a sell out. Orange one would do anything for fish.
Well, i must say, it is quite a cute thing to see MeowMeow running like an orange cannonball towards you, meowing excitedly on top of his voice and then brushing his whole furry body repetitively onto your legs as you debone the fish.
My dad likes the attention from the orange one. Even though it is sorta like induced by fish.
Yes, my dad was bribing his way into MeowMeow's good books with leetle fishes.

At that time, i wasn't always sure which day my dad fed MeowMeow fish.
Most days i would come home and pour cat biscuits onto the bowl.
And then i believe daddy meow also pours biscuits if he happens to see the bowl near empty.

So, i pour. He pours. My dad feeds fish and also pours.
Everyone pours.
MeowMeow happy happy.
Fat fat.
Food galore. Neverending supply.
Like they say, ho sek, ho chi (eat and live well)

After moving to our apartment, my orange one has lost some of those pounds.
He's 6kg now, still has that solid round body but not obese, like the photo above.
Yeah, cos while obese cats look so freakishly cute, i want MeowMeow to stay away from heaven as long as he can.
Don't make your cat obese!
Daddy meow...ahem ahemm....tell your mom that....
And u stop eating so much also.
No wonder MeowMeow likes to sit with u. Fat birds of a feather flock together.

No daddy tonight

2008-07-31T21:37:00.003+08:00

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

2008-07-27T23:54:00.014+08:00

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

2008-07-26T21:25:00.004+08:00

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

2008-07-26T01:50:00.003+08:00

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

2008-07-26T01:01:00.003+08:00

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

2008-07-20T23:05:00.006+08:00

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...

2008-07-20T22:50:00.005+08:00

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

2008-07-20T16:02:00.011+08:00

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?

2008-07-20T15:40:00.009+08:00

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

2008-03-28T19:36:00.006+08:00

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

2008-03-22T13:52:00.008+08:00

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

2008-03-20T23:55:00.013+08:00

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

2008-03-17T01:04:00.005+08:00

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!'

2008-03-16T00:38:00.001+08:00

Auwwwww......

Stolen story from my brother's Facebook

2008-03-15T22:46:00.002+08:00

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

2008-03-08T01:25:00.006+08:00

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

2008-03-02T02:40:00.006+08:00

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.

The cats' new tower

2008-02-12T00:16:00.000+08:00

Daddy meow kinda broke the old cat tower last week.The cat tower I bought which the boys love. Usually Pops would be on top and Meowz would be at the mezannine. Well, any idiot can see from this picture.

And the tower provides them with the best escape from me when i am vaccuming.
Never ever try to stupidly carry the tower holding the top perch (where Poppy is sleeping on in this picture) when both Pops and Meowz ARE ON IT.
That's how the top perch broke, scaring the boys silly cos they were on the tower when it broke.
Why did it break? Cos it could not sustain the weight of the 6kg orange cat.
Hence, the guilty person bought the fuzzies a new tower.
And what a grand tower it is. Pops checking it out.
Meowz checking it out and cam whoring on it.
Poppy cam whoring.
Notice the little house on top?
Never try to stuff the orange fat cat in there. Might get stuck.
Poppy can, cos he's all fluff but the fella refuses to be shoved in.
Took them a while to warm up to it.
Cos it doesn't smell like them.
But someone's started branding the edges of the tower already, rubbing his scent on it.
Checking it out cautiously. Actually, Pops was more interested in the box that this tower came with. Jump in, jump out, jump in, jump out.
Well, they better start loving it cos it's HUGE! Takes up more floor space than usual. U know me, i hate too many furniture on the floor. I like interiors with a minimalistic look. I fact, i feel like chucking the couch now. Just sit on the floor. My next place, should be minimalistic decor - very little furniture, a lot of floor space. A cold interior devoid of warmth, in line with the icy queen that I am.

I wonder where this yellow cat tower would fit in then.
Notice the cute paw marks on the yellow furry part.
It does take some getting used to.

Cat pictures

2008-02-11T00:41:00.000+08:00

I got the whole library of Meowz and Pops' photos from daddy meow!
I think i've got over 3000 photos of them.
Plus lotsa videos.
(evil laugh)
I am such a cat person.
But i love dogs too.
I love all animals.
Just happened to have cats for now.
I was a cat before.
I am going to be those crazy old lady with 100 cats.

My brother asked me just now, how come male cats keep coming to me?
Muscat is a male cat.
Yeah, somehow the cats i find or come across are always male.
I am going to be a soccer mom.
Me and my boys.

I found this photo.
Can u spot Poppy's face? It's truly spastic.
This was when the couch is still lovely, unscratched.

Muscat cannot stay away

2008-02-09T15:20:00.001+08:00

Muscat came again today.
Meowing for me on top of his voice.
Deaf also can hear.
Daddy meow said oh no. Not another one. Die loh...

This time, Muscat terminator-ed thru my grill (cats are all fur) and into the shoe area before our wooden door to the apartment. He's getting bolder!

Preposterous Poppy Poo at the wooden door looking at the intruder eating his biscuit. Malicious Meow came up and a hissing spat ensues. Meow hissed, Muscat meowed back VERY loudly and puffed up his tail.
Sigh.
Meow don't like the new guy.
They were both so close they could have pounced at each other if they wanted to. Finally, my orange one backed off, tail in the air, walked to daddy meow's recliner while hissing.
So funny.

I have now left a little bowl of cat biscuits and jar of water for Muscat at our shoe area. He could squeeze in to eat anytime.
I wonder if anyone wants to adopt Muscat.
"Give ur mom la. So he can play with Doppy. One boy, one girl".
"Don't want!!!"

I feel like i am two timing my boys with Muscat.

Little treat on the floor

2008-02-09T14:36:00.001+08:00

Harlo? What is this? Someone left something on the floor the other day. Could it be :

A peanut
A chocolate
A coffee bean
An assam boi
A chestnut

What u think?
None of all those of course. I would be so lucky if it were.

It's a piece of TURD/SHIT/POO.

I would rather it was a peanut or a coffee bean.

Euw.....

Who left it?

Of course. Who else?
Poppy likes to leave little 'treats' on the floor for us (daddy meow actually) to pick up.
For some reason we can't fathom, Poppy's poo seem to like to stick to his fur and then drop off on the floor when he walks around. This is what happens when u have a furry cat with long furry behind. Poo gets stuck to the bom bom!!!! Disgusting!!!
"U la! U never trim his furry pants!! He keeps dropping shit all over!!"

Errr....when does Poppy ever sit still to let me trim anything??? I have to give him sleeping pills before i could do anything to the little bugger.

But i like Poppy's furry behind. It resembles the pants MC Hammer used to wear in his music videos...

It's really cute!
It's not cute though when shit sticks on it.

And u can't see cos the fur's so dense....so we get nasty surprises.

Nasty surprise case #1
I was bathing Poppy a few years ago. And when his whole fur was thoroughly wet, suddenly, a piece of brown turd came out. On my bathroom floor. It was round, with a pointy tip. Pointy tip u know!!! I was like "What the hell! What the hell! is that??" and daddy meow was just laughing away. The brown turd flow with the water stream and came so close to my feet!!! NASTY!!!

Nasty surprise case #2
I got a phone call from the brain while at work.
Him : I want to...i want to complain!!!(gasping indignantly)
Me : (thinking this better be good) What now?
Him : Your brown one left...left...left a piece of SHIT on the kitchen table!!!
Me : EUW! How???
Him : I don't know!! But it's on the kitchen table!!! He probably jumped up and the motion caused his poo to fall off from his fur....disgusting!!! That's the first thing i saw when i came home!! A brown piece on the white surface!!!
Me : EUW! Clean it up la!
Him : I did! And it was still fresh! Wet! I had to disinfect the whole kitchen table! Don't know what he rubbed against on the table! I detol-fied the entire thing!
Me : How u know it's Poppy??
Him : I know la! And it's this weird shape somemore. Like a pebble with strands of hair coming out from the end!
Me : (choking with laughter) Poppy left u a little treat!

I was laughing so hard i don't remember anything else.
I think he said something about throwing Poppy away.
And of course, when i got home later that day, the brain just had to draw for me how the shit looked like. So i am gonna redraw it to illustrate how it looked like :

Cute hor?? Especially that fur bit sticking on top. Not cute when u see it on the kitchen table.
What sick twisted girl would spend time drawing poo?
And people think i am such a workaholic.
I have nothing better to do.

Poppy likes to drop little brown treats on the floor.
Poppy Poo.
Think twice before getting a long haired cat.

CNY fishy lunch

2008-02-09T13:54:00.001+08:00

Since it's CNY, the boys get canned fish today.

They love canned fish. Go all mad when they hear the 'crak' of the metal lid being pulled open.
U would then see two furry animals running towards me and meowing on top of their voices.

Poppy would sometimes stand on his back legs to get closer to the sink, especially when i take my own sweet time pouring out their food.Poppy eating. Look at where his front two paws are. Poppy eats like a racoon. He's really a funny funny cat. MeowMeow would be the first to finish his food. Street cat vs pet shop cat. Of course, street cat would gobble up his food faster cos it's basic survival instincts. Pops just eats very slowly like he has all the time in the world. No survival instincts. That and also, his mulut longgar.

However, notice the orange lurker who has finished his food and is eyeing on Poppy's food. Everytime.The orange lurker skulks stealthily. Normally the lurker would come up close to eat the morsels that have spilled onto the floor (due to Poppy's mulut longgar).....

Then slowly...
Face goes into the bowl. Not like Poppy cares. No spats, no hiss, no cat fights. This is why MeowMeow can accept Poppy. Cos the small one is quite the bodoh bodoh happy go lucky. Cockeyed optimist.

Sometimes, i would go "NO Meow!!!" and the orange fuzzy would sit down patiently, and look at Poppy eating. Very well trained in that sense. Meowz knows what NO means. I have to do that or else Poppy will never get to eat. All food goes to the fatty bom bom.
And when Poppy decides he has had enough, the orange one would still sit there, staring at the bowl longingly until i nudge him to eat the leftover food.
Well trained leh?

Meowz is 6kg and growing fatter by the day. Poppy's still all fluff.

Cat pics of the day

2008-02-08T02:33:00.001+08:00

Look at the sissy orange furball.
Sleeping on daddy meow's belly.
This is MY cat, my best bud and here he is, snuggling up to daddy meow in such a manja way. So envious. MeowMeow doesn't really do that with me anymore. I guess.....after one session of sleeping on daddy meow's fat and soft belly, he's hooked. Of course, who wouldn't want to sleep on a water bed?
Poppy loves to sit with me on my bench. The smart ass would say "It's official - Pop's YOUR cat. The orange one is mine. Yours is the naughty one. Birds of a feather flock together..."
Bah, smart ass.

Here is MeowMeow, during his walks outside the apartment. Errr...no, it's not. It's an orange cat that looks like MeowMeow from far. Just as fat. It was eating rice on the road and we sneaked up to him from behind and took this picture. When he realised it, he leapt in fright and ran away. Not friendly at all.

And this is my cutie pie who has this weird fascination with my shoes. Whenever i come home and take off my shoes, he would flop down and rub his cheeks on it. Leaving his scent, as though saying "It's mine!" And then lovingly nibble on my shoe. That's why i always have to keep my shoes back in the cabinet fast. Or not, habis.

CNY eve and Muscat

2008-02-07T15:52:00.000+08:00

Muscat came to see me on CNY eve!! Having had dinner at the in-laws' place, we returned and guess who was sitting nearby our door. Muscat!!!
I was squawking retardedly until daddy meow said not to get overly excited lest the cat gets frightened and run away.
Muscat came to say Happy CNY to mummy meow!
He meowed at me when he saw me.
How did he know where i live? Which door was mine?
Cats can smell.
No wonder my apartment is full of stray cats, loitering around.
"No la, this is not Muscat. Doesn't look like it"
"Yes, it IS Muscat. I know!"
"Meow!"
Yes, it was Muscat.
He recognised me and meowed.

We gave him some cat biscuits to eat. So cute!
While eating, we opened the wooden door of our apartment and let the boyz come out to sniff at this new friend.
Of course, protected from behind the grill.
Pops came out first to sniff. With his usual bodoh bodoh face.
Muscat saw and POOF!! Hair along his spine stood up, his racoon-like tail puffed up twice it's size!

And he gave an unfriendly arrrrwwwww!!! (stay away!!)
Pops ran back inside! Chicken shit!
I guess Muscat is a loner. Not friendly to other cats.

Here's Poppy looking a tad troubled. Sitting far inside the apartment, looking out at this new furry thing outside, eating HIS biscuits. Manja-ing HIS mummy.
Too bad i don't have a picture of Meowz. The orange fuzzy also came out cautiously, sniffing this new intruder before expelling a sissy meow and then a warning hiss.
To which, Muscat gave a loud MOW!
And the orange one ran inside, tail between legs.
My boys, cannot protect me if my life had depended on them.
Sigh. Sissy boys.
I told my brother.
"That's cos the new kitty still has balls. Your boys are ball-less. That's why so chicken shit".
Hmmmm.....yea, see a little kitten and they run away, don't dare to come out.
Although, i must admit, Muscat does have a loud meowing voice and looked terribly hostile when he saw my two fuzzies.
Muscat don't like.
Muscat is a loner.
I will keep Muscat outside.
This afternoon, while i was working, i heard a loud mewing sound outside the corridor.
It was Muscat again! Meowing at someone's door.
When he saw me, he ran towards me but refused to come in.
So i put the biscuits outside and again, the boyz lingered at the doorway, watching this grey creature who look suspiciously like them eat.
Meow would come up behind me and hiss at Muscat and then run away.
Pops jumped onto my bench and looked out, worriedly.
Ah, my pussies.
It's a wonder how male cats can actually become so 'feminine' after cut cut.
So funny.

My new friend

2008-02-03T14:59:00.000+08:00

Wherever queen pussy cat goes, her disciples follow.

As i have said, when i moved in, there were no cats in the neighbourhood.
It was just dogs. Dogs everywhere. Dogs who would stupidly chase your car, trying to nip at your tyre as you drove past, trying not to squish them.
Now, it's cats cat cats.

I made a new friend yesterday.

A little grey teenage kitty.
Isn't he adorable. Ok, this time, it IS a he. I checked. U can't have balls that big if u are not a male. (giggles)
He was running around at the end of the corridor and when he saw us coming towards him, he ran and hid behind a wall. Then stuck his small head out and looked at us. And then he did a soft meow.
He ran away from the male giant but as i was crouching down, i seemed less ominous to him. I meowed softly to him and the fuzzy came to me and sniffed my fingers! And let me pat his furry head!! I was over the moon.

And then he followed us down the stairs, meowing all the way. At one point, after taking this photo, he stopped following us down. But at the bottom of the stairs, i called out to him and he meowed back loudly and stuck his head out of the railing to look at me! And then ran down to my feet. And plopped down! Look at his spotted belly and striped legs. Like MeowMeow's.
I was crouching down. He saw my lacy skirt.
Started playing with it.
And biting it, very agressively.
Bye bye lacy skirt.
I let him, cos he was so cute. My heart was already all fuzzed up.

(Big bambi eyes) "Can i keep him please?"
"Yes u can"
Big bambi eyes wide in shock. "REALLY?"
"Yes, keep him here la...at the car park"
Bambi eyes narrow into unamused slits.
Smart ass.

I had some cat biscuits which i bought on Friday night but too tired to carry up in the car. Whilst walking towards the car, the grey kitty ran towards me in a very cute, spastic way. Sorta like half running, half jumping. Like a mountain goat or something.

Took some biscuits (I buy Royal Canin , damn ex) and poured some on the floor, near my car. The grey one ate! Just ate a few and then left. Eat pau pau and then go. Cats are like that. Free spirit.

When we came back at night, all the biscuits were gone. Dunno if it was the grey kitty who ate all or the other cats .
"He probably invited his friends to eat as well la. Or it's the security who swept it away" the brain said.

We poured some more, in case.
The security would probably think "Eh, apa ini? Bijik bijik macam tahi. Aku dah sapu habis, ada lagi?? Celaka punya...."

I shall name my new kitty.....Muscat.
I don't think MeowMeow would be happy to know his mummy's been fooling around with another kitty. Naughty. Already he has to tolerate with Poppy's annoying presence.

Docile Doppy

2008-01-30T02:09:00.000+08:00

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

2008-01-13T16:41:00.001+08:00

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

2008-01-11T01:57:00.000+08:00

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

2008-01-09T02:08:00.001+08:00

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

2008-01-07T23:45:00.000+08:00

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....

2008-01-05T01:42:00.000+08:00

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

2008-01-04T21:56:00.001+08:00

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.