OK. Cow has officially gone berserk with the theme changing again.
Whatever. So anyway, I went to see the cow’s grandmother the other day. Cow and her giant friend brought me over in the car and carried me to the house. I would have rather preferred it if they had brought a nice warm box for me to sit in instead of holding me in their arms. But I think I squirmed enough to ensure that they will bring my carrier along the next time.
Grandmother lived in a flat somewhere in Ang Mo Kio and we had to take the lift. I hate lifts! The first time I saw the doors opening at cow’s place I had such a fright - I thought it was the mouth of a giant cat-eating monster. I realise alot of cats can fit into one lift. The opening and closing doors still give me the creeps these days. *shudder*
When we reached the place, we were greeted at the door by grandmother’s friends/landlords, whom she and Aunty Helen are staying with. They didn’t seem very nice nor pleased to see me so cow just hurried towards the room after giving them some peace offerings of papayas (yucks! fruits! monkey will like).
When we reached grandmother’s room, I was greeting by the most friendly happy face in the whole wide world! I’d never seen anybody so happy to see me before that I was stunned. I didn’t quite know what to do. So this was grandmother. Cow often tells me about grandmother and how she is such a kind and loving woman who had 11 cats, 1 dog and a menagerie of hamsters in her house. Grandmother sat there with open arms and with a twinkle in her eyes that made me blush. I suddenly felt very shy. When cow put me in grandmother’s lap, I was a bit awestruck and just lay there. It’s sort of like meeting cat-royalty. You just know they are royalty even though they’re dressed in pyjamas and sitting in a wheelchair.
They just let me walk around the room and check out all the hidey-places while they chit chatted about cats and dogs and all things furry. Grandmother later showed me photos of her previous cats. There was this one called Baby who had only 3 legs and was ostracised by all the other cats. Grandmother reckoned the other cats were just bullies, they probably were. Baby looked like a nice cat who was loving and loyal to Grandmother. Her story was a sad one. When she was young, she was bullied and had things tied to her tail until it dropped off. Then she got into a car accident and had to have one of her legs amputated. Some kind person paid for the operation and then send her to grandmother’s place. Grandmother then cared for her and kept her in her own room since the other cats were bullying her.
Eventually, Grandmother had to move out of her previous place because her daughter passed away and her son-in-law was a heartless cad and made her move out. All the cats got sent to an animal shelter owned by a family friend (please donate or volunteer your time to Animal Lovers’ League) and one by one passed away because they were too used to the pampered life and couldn’t take the hardships, Baby included. I think we would have gotten along. I can totally understand the feeling of being taken off the streets and brought into a home where you have food, a soft warm place to sleep and a cow to care for you. I love my cow. 
When it was time to leave, I wanted to stay longer. But my silly cow hadn’t put enough parking coupons or something like that and we really had to go. I liked it there. It was a small room but it was full of love and warmth.
