My cat is fast asleep on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t usually sleep on my bed cause his thick fur makes him panas! so he usually ends up spending the night on the cool adjoining bathroom floor. I refuse to switch on the air-con just to please a cat (but i would do all sorts of other things).

So how did he ended up on the edge of my bed? hehe..it must’ve caused by the suitcases that i pulled out from the corner of my room to prep for my flight out tmrw. This usually tells Pepinot that he won’t be seeing his Kaka Siti for a while. He probably have sensed it much much much earlier cause he has been following me around the house all week.

After years of begging and pleading my mom for ONE (my sis cried).. we finally scored ourselves CATS. hehe. As it turned out, Molly sealed a deal with one of her friends to adopt a kampung+persian hybrid named Bane. Whilst i got myself a maine coon+persian that i named Pepinot, after a male kiddy character from the french movie Les Choristes. Oui!

I’ve also labeled Pepinot as MY BEST BUY OF 2012.

kan mcm si pepi kan usulnya? kiuttttt.

We’re still trying to navigate our way through mother-cat-hood.

We changed the cats’ food the moment we found out that MEOW MIX is the same as KFC to humans. Bane is a cold-hearted kampong cat so he’s abit stronger than my Pepinot who has been been getting ‘the runs’ from the sudden diet change.

He’s been pooping so much that he’s earned the title “POOP-INOT BEST BUY OF 2012, BIGGEST SHIT STIRRER OF 2013”. dont get me wrong though, i still love him but it sucks having to clean after him ESPECIALLY when you’re already late for work. It’s not like “Kucing ku sakit parut” could be used as a credible excuse for tardiness kan?

Seems like Bane on the other hand, has a stronger immune system. but im not going to go there. Bane’s also a little shit in his own right. he refuses to be carried. he doesn’t like to be carried. he hates being carried. i mean, what sort of cat does that???????? he also doesn’t answer when he’s being called , has the tendency to “disappear” for a whole day..and will only send back the bottle cap when he’s bored to death.

If there’s anything that Bane loves, he loves playing with bottle caps. To the point that we’ve resorted to playing catch using them. The thing is, he only started sending the cap back to the thrower when Pepinot was admitted to the Vet. For a week, we threw bottle caps around the house to keep Bane entertained. each time we threw it at him, he’d come back with the bottle cap tightly secured in between his teeth. but it was GAME OVER the moment Pepinot came home, he stopped sending the bottle caps back and would only stare at it like it was some cheap caviar.

sigh.

i didn’t know i could write a whole post on cats.

……i think i shud go to sleep now. cause i know the only one who would appreciate this story would be Lisa. kekekeke.

kiss me.