I went visiting!

I went to visit cow’s grandma on the first day of chinese year! Cow brought my in the carrier thing and at first I thought they were bringing me to the vet or someplace scary. I tried pleading my case and when that failed, I resorted to crying pitifully.

Grandmother was very happy to see me of course, me being such an adorably cute cat and all. It was fun going to another house with new places to poke my nose in. I thought I was going to spend the whole day visiting many many houses but cow brought me home after going to Grandmother’s house. It was just as well, cos I needed to pee badly and there was no litter box in that house.

On the second day of chinese new year, cow went for a walk at Kusu Island. I wanted to go too but cow said she wouldn’t have time to look after me. And also there would be alot of water and that kinda put me off the whole idea. The whale still insisted on going though. He said he wanted to see the divine bovine. I wanted to see her too!!! but I guess then whale is alot more portable than I am. He also doesn’t need to poop and pee as often as I do.

Whaley came home bragging that evening that he saw a whole lot of people, including the divine bovine and grace and rachel and janice and matthew and andrew and I was very jealous. Hmmmph

hello again!

sorry I haven’t written anything for the past month or two. My cow’s been too busy to blog anything. Our router at home has also been fried cos I tried to swallow it (I didn’t! cow’s just putting the blame on me again. I’m innocent, I swear!). Hope I was missed during my absence. Heh heh.

My cow went diving today and came back delightfully salty again! (yay!) I try to sneak up behind her to take a lick but she’s pretty quick to retract her limbs, squealing, “yuck! licking is gross!!!” Think those JRTs of Z’s have given licking such a bad name. She also mentioned that CH has been asking about me (howdy! CH!)… That’s very sweet. I’m doing very fine thank you. I’ve been just doing the usually catty things and trying to stay mostly out of mischief as cow and the rest of the family have been going through a rough time lately. Apparently the cow’s grandma (this is the real grandma, not the nice friendly one I talked about the last time. This one I’ve not met before and according to cow, she might eat me up if she saw me… so I’ve been rather terrified of meeting her) is in the hospital. They’ve all been in and out of the hospital and doesn’t seem to be like they’re getting much rest. So I just try to be good and not mess things up much at home, since I’m basically running the entire joint these days.

Ok that’s about it for now… Cow looks very tired so I’ll spare her so she can take a bath and get some rest. Tata everybody, until we meet again!

Cow grandmother

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.

Ha! As if!

Cow’s mother came home last night and at the sound of the opening door, cow and I peeked out of our room’s door. I know what makes the mum tick so without any further hesitation I ran out the door to greet her with a MEOW and a big smile on my face (I’ve learnt that cow mother is powerful around the household and it pays to be in her good books. She has exiled me before and she can do it again). Like clockwork, she went, “Maaaaaaaxxxxxxxxx…..” and I respond by rolling on the ground and showing her the white spot on my belly. Probably one of the most subservient gestures from a cat ok. Cow mother then goes all mushywushy, “max…. hello maxxxxxxx…..”. We do this everyday.

Cow immediately gets jealous. She complains that the mum didn’t even acknowledge her though she came running out of the room just a few steps behind me. She huffs and puffs only to be dismissed with a “but Max is so cute what….”

Cow then does the unthinkable. She starts rolling on the ground exposing her not very nice looking belly to both me and her mum. Did she think she could out-charm me??! As if! We both look at her and then at each other. “Poor girl”, we say to each other telepathically.

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pic of me. since everybody keeps asking for fish pictures. I’ll put my pawprint on it too in exchange for some fish.

**Ab: I took picture down because the settings went all wonky when I changed the theme.

She changed the theme again!!! Merry Christmas everybody.

She’s back!

The cow is back!! She’s been away in Bangkok since Thursday and I had great fun at home with her parents. Let’s just say they had my undivided attention. Heh. Last night I was even allowed to sleep in their room. I took the opportunity to inspect the cow mother close up. Normally she’d get annoyed if I went too close to her face, but last night… I checked if she had dandruff (she doesn’t), bad breath (nope) and other various common human afflictions (all clear). I also chewed on her toes but that was just me being annoying. Hey! I can’t resist wriggling toes! Oooo… add that to the list.

Anyways, the cow brought me a present. She brought this huge blue bag out and cow mother and I gathered around cos it was present time! She then pulled out this giant brown glob of a thing and went, “maxmaxxxxxxx… this is for you!!!” and put it on the floor looking at me expectantly. What did she expect me to do? I didn’t even know what the heck that thing was. Did she want me to go, “why, thank you very much! you know I’ve always wanted a brown blob thingie”. She looked kinda disappointed and then promptly turned her attention to the mother who seemed to appreciate her gift more than I did mine. Although I must say, I think I would have liked her gift better. Shiny dangly things that I can hang on my ears sounds like potentially endless hours of fun to me.

**update**
Ooo I found out what the brown thing is for! It is for sleeping on! It is just perfect and I love it. Love it! I sleep on it all the time. It also makes the cow happy seeing me sleep in it. Not that I feel there is a need to make her happy… but… ’tis the season to be jolly after all isn’t it. (And I do love the brown cat bed thing).

eeeek

The cow came home a brilliant shade of red and very stinky today. I didn’t know they could change colours. Like a chameleon! I wonder what colour she will be tomorrow.

Maybe violet. Violet is a nice colour. I will suggest this to her later.

This is weird.

How come the cow and her mother are still at home? It’s monday! They supposed to be out. Now I can’t go about my usual catty business like scratching the sofa (my broken scratching post is a good excuse to scratch the sofa) and chewing the new tree.

Ooo the new tree! I must talk about it. The cow and her giant friend put it up yesterday. The box was long and narrow and plenty fun! I could hide in it all day and swipe unsuspecting people who pass by it. But I digress. the new tree is waaaaay more fun. Its leaves are absolutely yummy! Plus… PLUS! There are fun balls dangling all over it! Is this my christmas present? If it is so, the cow didn’t say anything about it. In fact, she got a bit upset when I tried climbing it. I’ve plucked 2 of the balls already. Challenging, but not beyond my intelligent self to extricate from the bristly leaves.

I’ve stashed them at my hidden ball-stashing-place. So far my collection includes golf balls, ping pong balls (of various colours!), a pink fish that’s round like a ball, and now… christmas balls! At first the cow wanted to put some gold ribbons on the tree, but after I ate up a small bit of ribbon, she changed her mind. On hindsight, I should have waited till all the ribbons were up, and eat it bit by bit. She might not have notice. Oh well… I simply couldn’t resist the ribbon. As a cat, I have uncontrollable urges. Like dangly things, rolly things, mousey things, furry things… and gold ribbons. So anyway, now I have to wait for the gold ribbon to pass out through my poop. The damning thing about eating ribbons is that it kinda takes a long time to pass out… There is a big chance I’ll have to run around the house with half the ribbon sticking out of my ass. Bummer. (This is not to mention the wrath I will incur from the cow and her family).

**update**
I’ve pooped the gold ribbon out. Luckily for me (and the cow) the ribbon rolled itself up and come out in one shit. YAY!

I got a bath.

I don’t understand. Why do I have to take baths!?? I am a cat. Cats are naturally clean. Cats are hydrophobic. Even the whale doesn’t take baths (I heard he’s only taken 2 baths his entire life), and whales are meant to live water. Just because this particular one doesn’t like water, the cow makes each of his baths into some sort of celebration. She coaxes him into the washing machine and is right there the minute the wash cycle is over to be his personal cheerleader. “Oh, whaley, woooooow…… you are sooo brave….. now you just need to go into the dryer and you’ll be dry again!!! muak muak muak…”. Oh please, give me a break. He’s a whale!

I, on the other hand, have to take a bath once every two weeks. It’s really not fair. Today, when my most menacing meow-growl didn’t work, I climbed behind the cow’s neck and sunk my claws into her back. That’s one place I know she can’t reach. I learnt that from watching her shower, she has to use a towel to reach that place on her back. She was screaming in horror and threw a big fish towel over me. I didn’t release my grip and threatened to rip the skin her back if she tried to throw me off. She had to run out of the toilet to ask her dad for help. Haha. I got her covered in soap and dripping with water. Take that! You shower nazi.

Even the poor rabbit had to endure this when she was still around. I asked her about it once and she said, you’ll just have to get used to it. She goes through her bath with such stoicism it’s admirable. I guess it’ll take some time for me to get to that zen stage. But for now, I’m putting up a fight.

I don’t get a say. hmmph.

The cow decided to change the theme of my blog. She seems to like changing themes alot. I noticed she had the one on her own blog changed many times in the past couple of months. This one looks kinda girly. It’s grey and pink. yeeeesh…. but I’m a cat. So I don’t get a say in these things. Grr. Whatever.

I wouldn’t say the cow has excellent taste anyway. Look at me. I’m brown and I have an electric blue collar.

She came home the other day with new fishes spectacles. She kept asking me if I liked the new look. I pretended I didn’t notice and proceeded to chew on fingers. They’re orange!!! I dunno about cows or humans… but I would never wear a pair of orange glasses! (Apparently the cow said that too before she jumped on the bandwagon and got herself a pair).

Phew, I thought she was dead.

The cow came home today and I could tell there was something wrong with her. She picked me up for my daily birds’ eye tour around the house and she seemed pretty weak. Then she went to her room and I hung around outside waiting for the cow mother to come home.

Later on I went to check on her and she was lying sprawled on the bed. It was still quite early. I thought she was dead! I don’t really know how to tell if a cow is dead or alive so I tried nudging her but she didn’t move. In the end I gave up and snuggled up beside her dead(?) body and went to sleep. Maybe she’s still alive if she’s warm.

Luckily she got up a couple of hours later and went to shower. I usually go and observe her daily ritual of showering. Just out of respect for her courage to splash around in water (yeeesh), but I was lazy so I stayed in bed.

In any case, I’m just glad she’s still alive. I think she must have been really tired. Wonder why she has so much work these days.