Cats don't have 9 lives

I used to have a cat in 1987. He was probably abandoned by his mum, wandered aimlessly around and landed outside my house.

I wasn’t aware that I was allergic to cats then. Being a major Garfield fan at that time, I thought having a cat would be great fun. So I took him in.

Initially, I thought he was a female, being so “meowie” and small. A couple of days later my mum’s friend came by, and was playing with him, and she said, “This cat is a boy-lah!! See his birdie!!!”

Dang! Okay, so I’m a bit batty. But his weenie was so tiny. Now you know why they say “SIZE MATTERS”.

So I changed his name from Stasia (short form Anastasia) to Shosta (taken from Shostakovich). And from that day onwards I learnt that cats are just too difficult to train, and they make me sneeze till I can challenge Rudolph for the head reindeer post.

Anyway, I got tired of Shosta after a while, and I think he of me. Because I can’t stand pets that don’t come when I call, and I wouldn’t let him into the house. But he stayed on. Who wouldn’t when there’s ample of food to eat.

A year later, I left for Singapore for my studies. My father had retired and was back in Melaka after being stationed in Kluang for more than 10 years (I think).

Shosta and my dad loved each other. Everytime my dad took a nap on the deckchair, Shosta would climb onto his chest and nap there along with him. When he calls, Shosta would go to him. When he holds Shosta and says “bite nose”, Shosta would give him a little nip on the nose. Maybe they were lovers in their past life.

Shosta didn’t have a long life. He used to go out god knows where, and would come back dirty and messy and wet. One fine day, he came back with a high fever and was dehydrated. My father brought him to the vet, and he was kept there for 2 days, but didn’t survive. He was about 4 years old.

From there on, my parents had a succession of other cats, and all of them seemed to last no longer than 2 years. Maybe Shosta left a curse. Now my brother has brought back a cat whom he calls Mr. Eek. Let’s see how long he lasts.

And Leonard again!

I get a lot of comments that Leonard looks very pan-Asian. The same goes for Lucas. Only Laurenz is my Chinaman baby.

How he got that kind of lokks, I don't know. But according to some older folks who knew my father-in-law (I've never met him, since he died long before I knew Sexydad), the old man looked a bit mat salleh too. Maybe that's why.




Strange thing is that most people says he looks like his father, but his father was mistaken for a Hispanic many times when we were holidaying in LA and San Diego. It was so funny--people started walking up to him and spoke to him in Spanish, and he just went "Huh?"

Leonard again

Leonard

Leonard. Picture taken when he was about 4 1/2 years old.

Lucas in ah pek pyjamas.  

The 7 Thingy Thing

I got tagged by Domestic Goddess.

Seven things you plan to do before you die :

(i) Decide when I want to die
(ii) Decide how I want to die
(iii) Decide whether I want to be buried or cremated or recycled
(iv) Decide where I want to be buried in the event I decided in (iii) to be buried, or where my ashes to be disposed in the event I decided in (iii) to be cremated, or in what process I’m tobe used in the event I decided in (iii) to be recycled
(v) Decide what kind of rites to be used for my funeral, or if there should be a funeral at all
(vi) Decide on how much publicity there should be for my funeral in the event I decided in (v) to have a funeral
(vii) Give specific instructions what kind of food to use for prayers for my funeral, death anniversary etc….. no ang ku kuih, fatt kuih and stuff like that. List will include buah keluak, pizza (make that Roundtable pizza), Coke, ice-cream, quesadilla, BBQ pork ribs, sushi, sashimi etc etc etc…

Seven things I could do :

(i) Make water bombs and throw them at my brother’s cat
(ii) Give the cat a bath everyday
(iii) Teach the cat to bark
(iv) Catch the ants and lizards in my house and feed to the stray cats around my apartment
(v) Get an ant-eater to eat all the ants in my house
(vi) Start a zoo
(vii) Learn voodoo

7 Celebrity crushes :

(i) Carlos Marin of Il Divo
(ii) Urs Buhler of Il Divo
(iii) Sebastien Izambard of Il Divo
(iv) David Miller of Il Divo
(v) Michael Schumacher
(vi) JK Rowling
(vii) John Taylor (of Duran Duran)

Like DG, I don’t have celebrity crushes…. at this age anyway. Who’s got the time????

7 often repeated words :

(i) Boooooooooys………...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(ii) What d’ya all want to eat??
(iii) I love you too baby.
(iv) Can you all just go and sleep………..????? Please…., so that I don’t have to spank you?
(v) Stop fighting!!!!!!!!!
(vi) If you do that one more time I will ……. !!!!
(vii) You want or don’t want? Make up your mind!

And when the kids are not around: shit, bloody hell, stupid thing, you should be weeded out of the gene pool, a**hole, bummer.

7 physical traits I look for in the opposite sex :

(i) Muscular calves
(ii) Muscular thighs
(iii) Thick hair
(iv) Clean and even teeth
(v) Tight buns
(vi) Smooth face
(vii) Kind eyes

7 tags goes to :

And the victims are….. :

(i) Along
(ii) Shoppingmum
(iii) 1+2 mom
(iv) Jason
(v) Big Bok
(vi) Simon
(vii) Chrissy

Have fun folks!!!!! Of course you needn't write if you don't want to.

Writing makes me hungry. I need lunch.....

Ah-hA!

I like to read good blogs. But writing is a different thing altogether. But today I got tagged by Domestic Goddess to do the 7 thingy thing, because she complained that I haven�t update my blog for so long. Maybe I should just post a new photo everyday. That would mean an update but I needn�t write. I'M A GENIUS!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!




This is LAURENZ. He's so adorable.

U just gotta wait sweetie for the 7 thingy thing. What's "meme" by the way?