Play Mates

I like playing with young mice. I love the way they move and I love tossing them up in the air then press them on the floor. I like to tease them with my claws and oops I crush them unintentionally.

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Sleepy Afternoon

I enjoy having a nap on my own chair (padded by a huge cushion) in the south-facing living room. Zzz...

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We miss you, Misty

Misty has left home since 15 Feb and there is no sign of her return. Mummy is sad and worried about her. And I miss her companion too. Misty, please come home...

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Happy New Year!

Papa, Mama, Misty and myself spent some quality time together over the Christmas, but the festive atmosphere seemed to fade away very quickly. Soon we are in late January and heading towards February. Papa and Mama have been terribly busy at work since the launch of 2008. They even forgot their 6th wedding anniversary!

Misty and I grew to like the gift that Mama gave us (though we didn't quite understand why this cat was so stiff). Anyway, we soon learn to appreciate that it is the content carried by this funny blue cat that counts! And I am glad that its bottom does not smell.

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Cat in Box

I know I have the whole town house available to me and those lovely cushions, but every now and then, I love getting inside the box. Think of me. Think of recycling...

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Christmas Gift

Here comes the season of Christmas carols. The nights are so dark and chilly and the neighbourhood is silent. Misty and I are staying at home for longer hours nowadays as our social life calms down.

No, don’t mention about my boyfriend because he is no longer a permanent resident in this neighbourhood. He seems to return every now and then but he kind of have lost his magic call. It is cold out there so I am not thinking much about love lately.

Last Friday, Mama brought home a brown paper box. I sniffed it and examined it with care but I couldn’t tell what exactly is in it. It is definitely not something edible I am sure. It says “Alessi” on the box though.

Mama said Misty and I could only open it on the Christmas Day. I don’t understand why the hell she is so serious about it since we haven’t even got a decorated tree. My curiosity could run out in any minute…

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Hair Raising

Have you ever had any hair raising experience? I bet in the mundane life of human beings, it is rare. The chance of a literal hair raising experience is even closer to nought if you have a pony tail like my Daddy’s. Just imagine the gravity your scalp muscles have to fight against, oh-la-la, you are talking Einstein.

I do though, occasionally, have hair raising experiences. You can expect a cat’s life is never ordinary.

In summary, I raised my hair for both conscious and unconscious reasons.

Hair-raising Incident No 1
Category: Unconscious

In a tranquil evening, when I was meditating upon the grass flies in the garden, Peno’s boyfriend “Mr. Patchy” (yes, the black and white guy) suddenly stormed towards me in a Kamikaze fashion out of blue (yes and in darkness). In great terror, I leaped and rushed home in lightening speed. As I forced through the cat flap, Daddy spotted me “hair-raised”, leaving few drops of wee, in the name of terror. In such circumstances, you can’t blame me for not being able to control my hair nor my bladder.

Hair-raising Incident No 2
Category: Conscious

Rusty is a brown tabby – almost identical to Peno from the distance – and she lives in one of the houses in front of mine. While Peno’s fur is so Bangle-y of vivid black and lovely brown, Rusty’s is kind of indistinctive and of a variation of reddish brown. She is a petite cat like Peno. Though I am a timid adorable cat at home, I have the nature of a true street fighter. Here’s a picture of me, approaching Rusty in the threatening, heroic manner. (GRUNT)



(Misty: I am nasty...)


(Rusty: I am nasty too...)


(Misty: Come on...who is the nastiest mama...)

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