FOR THE LOVE OF PAWS AND WHISKERS

On the 22nd of January, 2010, as I was trying to accomplish the feat of putting on my headscarf (right) without the benefit of a mirror (which I have yet to locate in this mess of a house that I'm living in), my husband came bounding up the stairs with a silly grin on his face...and he made this announcement "Kita dah dapat cucu!".

Grandkids? Hello? Reality check! Let's take it one step at a time, I thought we're still trying on the "kids" part?

But the man was beyond help, giddy with excitement..."Ramvong dah beranak!". Ahhhhhh... the weather is now clear (please say this with a "Kedah" slang) . Honey a.k.a. Ramvong has given birth. We thought she was a good girl who dared not venture beyond the gates of the house but alas...she was an "adventurer". We discovered this one night when we arrived home and caught her trying to slip through the fence, and pretend as if she had been in the compound of the house all day long.

We thought she was putting on weight, then her belly grew and grew and grew. Oh no..."Tipah Tertipu!". So we waited. And my hubby was accussing every tom, tom and tom (cat) that passed the house as the perpetrator. Hmmmm...so much for that.

Honey/Ramvong and her brood!

Anyways, Honey a.k.a. Ramvong gave birth to four healthy kittens. Two males, two females. No names yet. Still thinking about it but at least one is going to be known as Mr. Wolfe...courtesy of CSI MIAMI.

This one is male.

She's cute isn't she? Just two weeks old, eyes still the darkest blue (all kittens are born with blue eyes...in case you don't know) and still wobbly on her feet.

The other girl, the smallest of the lot...the one with the biggest mouth!

Honey/Ramvong's other son...he was all "meowy" and wriggly when I tried to take this photo.

Hmmm...the pitter patter of little paws will soon be heard all over the house to add to the already existing pitter patter of big paws. And more whiskers will be pushed into my face when I'm trying to catch forty winks (let's just cut that down to ten winks now)...heavenly!!!

Fluffy and sooooo "picitable"!

GERAMMMMMM!!!!!

Pretty kittens all in a row!

MUCH LOVED...GREATLY MISSED...

It's raining again (so what's new you may ask?) and I want to get home. I have got things to do at home such as "melingkar" like a python on the bed with a good book and a bag of pistachios. Ahhh!!! Heaven....

However as I had mentioned earlier, it's raining...on a Friday evening no less...which means that the roads will resemble parking lots and everybody will be in a foul temper, rushing to get home or to pick up their kids or rushing...just rushing...

Stop and smell the roses!!! Roses? Where? Well...I've got a few happily blooming away by the side of the porch at the house in Puncak Alam and my ibu's got a few as well, lovely big red blooms. But I digress...

I was looking through photos taken during Eid last year and came across some of "Tom-Tom", my ibu's much loved mongrel of a kitty. He was a good little cat, not prone to outbursts of temper, seldom unsheathed his claws and tolerated Amira (that cyclone of a little girl who is my niece) no matter how she deemed it fit to treat him [ie. as a pillow or an ottoman or a cushion or a furry, stuffed (but still breathing) toy...well, you get the picture].

Amira and Tom-Tom who was slowly inching away...(Tom-Tom was probably thinking "I'd better get away while she's distracted by that flashy, shiny thingy!")

I have to admit I took him for granted. He was always there when I went home to Mantin. So I thought he would always be there. I'd spend some time with him but not much...I was always busy...rushing...too many things to do in such a short period of time.

Tom-Tom trying to ensure that I have his scent on me...musky, a little woody...all cat.

Favourite pose...slightly raunchy though.

Oh my...oh my, my...putting the family jewels on display are we?

A bird's eye view of the cat's "bird-bird"...tongue twister?...you betcha!

A few weeks after Eid, my ibu told me that he had not come home for two days...which then stretched to three, then four, five...days turned to weeks, to months. I guess we won't be seeing him again, dear "Tom-Tom", the un-assuming and extremely tolerant little cat who was much loved by my ayah and ibu and the family as a whole.

"Why is she back? I thought ayah, ibu and I got rid of her when we married her off..."

Handsome...


Who can resist those liquid eyes?

Now I wish that I had hugged him more, maybe spent more time playing with him, maybe just a little bit more time looking into that furry face...I wish I was not rushing through life so much that I could not have spent more time with him. He was a living, breathing creation of Allah who had graced our home and him not being around has left a gap. I read somewhere that cats leave "pawprints" on your heart. Tom-Tom did that and we miss him...a lot. Of course they'll be other cats...I should know...I have had cats all my life...but each is special in its own way...and each will have a special place in your heart...even if you have another one or another 101 cats.

Sleepy little cat.

Let's not have regrets...do what you must with your life...rush if you have to...but if you are sharing your life with one of Allah's four legged creations...remember that one day they may not be there waiting for you when you get home...so spare them some "more" of your extra time, give them extra hugs, extra love...

Stop and smell the roses...connect with friends...don't forget family...or that musky little furry creature on four legs that's looking up at you with so much love...

Sleep little cat...till we meet again.

Tom-Tom, wherever you are...you are missed...love you...

I SAW ELVIS TODAY!!!

Who ever said that the King of Tassels is dead? Yup ladies and gents, he was sitting oh-so-comfortably in the spanking new black Honda Accord at the junction to Damansara Jaya. Wore his signature big sunglasses and still had the "jambul" and those long-long side burns. And he must have been on botox cause he looked like he's not past 25...perfect alabaster skin, plump red lips...wow!

The King himself...all this while, they were mourning him in Graceland and he's been hiding in Uptown Damansara...but I think he has changed his name. I believe he now goes by the name of Elvis Lim or Elvis Chia or Elvis Lee or Elvis Chua or Elvis Tan or Elvis Leong and the list goes on and on and on...HA! HA! HA! GOTCHA!

SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILADHA TO ALL!!!

I AM MOVING TO TIMBUKTU!!!

Yup folks, am leaving town as soon as I can. Am moving to Timbuktu. Why??? My sister-in-law is pregnant again. Help! Help! I am going to have another niece or maybe this time it'll be a nephew...to hug and kiss...to spoil rotten...to buy things for...hmmm...bad news for the pocket and the emotions. Here we go again!

Amiera tengah posing-posing lepas mandi. Tak lama lagi jadi kak Miera ya. Ala cayang anak mama kan...dah jadi "big girl".

Am just kidding...am thrilled to bits about the pregnancy but as I've stated above, it will not be good for the "belanjawan". Folks, nieces and nephews burrow their way into your heart and your pocket. Your job is to spoil them, to be the irrational voice next to their parents' "by-the-book-I-am-the-drill-sergeant-for-the-rest-of-your-life-pool-cue-up-ass" discipline. You are the cuddle after the "ping" or the "babab" or whatever euphemism used to describe the pinch or the smack on the bottom. You are the extra candy after the "you've had enough", the "it's ok, we'll go there again some other time" after the "you will not be allowed of the house ever again"...well, you get the picture.

Amiera and her papa, hmmm...satu bendera kan (Kelantan), so very the mesra gitewwww!!!!

The small girl and the big "Hello Kitty!"

The first and one and only, Amiera the Bon-Bons...soon to be Kak Miera or as she likes to say "Kak Meela la".

I can't wait to see my new niece or nephew...to my Brother, the Mr Poyos Tahap Dewa Ejamulen Gaban Ultraman Keng Keng Keng Transformer Mamak Cyber...heh heh heh, nice one bro! Love you!

ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY...

People don’t know about the things I say and do,
They don’t understand about the shit that I’ve been through,
It’s been so long since I’ve been home, I’ve been gone….
I’ve been gone for way too long,
Maybe I forgot all the things I miss,
Somehow I know there’s more to life than this,
I said it too many times and I still stand firm,
You get what you put in and people get what they deserve,
Still I ain’t seen mine…No, I ain’t seen mine…
I’ve been giving just ain’t been getting,
I’ve been walking that thin line,
So I think I’ll keep on walking…with my head held high,
I’ll keep moving on…
AND ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY…

- Kid Rock -

The weather is not clear...am pissed off. Not pissed as in "bloody legless" kinda pissed, I am just not in a very "sunny" mood. The day didn't start out all sunny either, it rained cats, dogs and a few wolly mammoths just as I was about to leave the house this morning. Maybe I am just not very "mesra alam" today so it takes very little to turn the mood dial to the full blown head-banging-on-wall-I-wish-I-was-somewhere-else indicator.

The feeling that life have not exactly been "fair" lately sure doesn't help...just can't seem to do anything right, you "get it" when you are bad and you "GET IT AS WELL" when you are doing your damnest to do the right thing and be good and nice and sugar and spice...

GOD...I didn't have a choice...YOU didn't give me any...I tried to be true...I did the right thing...why do I feel so bloody lousy then???...............I guess only GOD knows why...........

WARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!! KILL!!! KILL!!! DIE!!! DIE!!!

Ahhhhh...felt good to get that off my (ample) chest...

Hmmm...post raya blues folks, wish I had 35 days of annual leave (and that's only the annual leave which is being brought forward from last year) like someone I know in the department. But I do not so " I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go".

Hmmm...life just has not been the same since Raya. I loved my Raya leave despite the fact that I was covered in paint most of the time. Didn't have the required RM to pay for others to paint the family "mansion" in Mantin-Montreal so did it myself with the help of me hubby. Was fun though. Then I decorated me mum's room, turned it into a garden full of roses...that was fun also. Painted the living room, dining room, tv room and my brother's room as well, it turned out really professional like... that's a bit of "masuk bakul angkat sendiri" 'kay. Will post the photos soon together with photos of the "D' DEBABS' RAYA" celebration at the "Maison de Batu 8" in Mantin-Montreal including the ever so glamorous "all-together-now" family photos.

Till then...

SOCCER CAT

There was a point in time when we toyed with the idea of referring to "Honeyz" with another name. When we called her "honey", she just pricked her ears but didn't give the kind of response that we wanted. Then my hubby wanted to call her "Chelsea". I disagreed as I did not want to start a trend. Well, next thing you know, he may refer to Darling as "Liverpool" and refer to Baby (God forbid!) as "Manchester". But as Honeyz was found at a tom yam stall, we ended up calling her "ramvong". Don't ask me why, but the name stuck.

Anyways, something happened recently which made my hubby very happy and at the same time gave him ample ammo to get back at me for mooting his idea of the name "Chelsea". It was at the beginning of the EPL season, and Chelsea had a game with Hull. Right smack in the middle of the game, guess who jumped onto the table in front of the telly and was avidly following the players and the ball with her paws...Honeyz a.k.a Ramvong a.k.a Soccer Cat. She stayed there for quite some time, transfixed by the moving images. God...another sports fan, sports fans.

Hmmm...this guy's too slow...Hurry up you nut or I'll bite you!

Get the ball you big blundering buffoon!!! You should just let this kitty play, I am sure I'll be able to do better.

Urghhhh!!! The game has gone to the dogs!!! You should just leave it to us cats, we know what to do with balls. We roll them, we pass them around, we bite them, and scratch them, and bite them, and scratch them, and bite them...gimme a ball!!!

PRINCESS LEIA CHINCHILLA REAMIEY...

I was conned...again. Like a fool I was seduced by those big golden eyes and weak at the knees, succumbed to love. Ah...to fall in love again...but don't blame me. I am just a mere mortal and she was a temptress with her silver hair streaked with black and her beautiful eyes, it was those eyes, both sad and sparkling at the same time. I was mesmerized and I had to have her, I must have her, she must be mine, there was no other way...and so Princess Leia Chinchilla Reamiey arrived at our doorstep, looking all sweet and fragile...we refer to her as "Angel" because of those beautiful eyes, which looks as if someone had taken a black eyeliner and gone around it several times, just like Angelina Jolie's eyes in "Wanted".

So very fragile....

Back to the story...I was afraid that she would break if I handled her roughly. I planned on keeping her in a cage first to enable her to familiarise herself with her new surroundings, especially as she did not fare very well during the ride from Mantin-Montreal back to our humble abode in Puncak Alam. I was so scared as she was frothing at the mouth and looked half drugged. So I wiped her clean and took her into the bedroom...she lay on the bed for a while and then, slowly raised her head, then her front paws, then her hind legs...and "zoooommmmm!", that's it! All pretence at being a mild mannered little lady was discarded along with some fur and my "Angel" turned into a "Setaaaaannnnnnn!!!!".

Am trying to get some beauty sleep here people!!!

Degil ya...tak nak dengar ya...tengok taring nih...gigit karang baru tau!

"Angel"?