Party Animals!

We had another party last weekend. No catfood this time around but plenty of human food.

Mama prepared a sort of North-South combo (Aussie BBQ with Malaysian flavours). We had beef and chicken satay with peanut sauce, lamb chops and chicken wings, salad, fried noodles with prawns and fruits.

Dad was good at helping Mama too. "For the first time in my life, I'm skewering bamboo sticks into meat to make satay...," he said. There's always a first time, Dad.

Then there was a drama of sorts when our portable BBQ set wouldn't start. Dad thinks the thermostat has gone kaput. So we had to borrow Uncle Is' portable set. While waiting for him to arrive, Dad grilled some satay using an Ikea pan on a small gas stove. (see pix below)

Yummy....chicken satay for everyone.

Kudos to Dad for his forward thinking or else the early guests - Aunty Ana, Uncle Ron and their daughter Tiyana - would have to starve.

Unfortunately, as more guests arrive, Brad and I were told to stay in the bedroom and not flirt with people. We were allowed some courtesy appearances but that was all. Mama had some heart stopping moments last year when we were allowed to mingle with the guests and some kids (they're not invited this year) chased us around the house until we were exhausted. The "terrible twins" were scary little people, I must say. Hence the curfew.

No worries, we're not complaining. At the end of the day, after everyone else has gone, Dad had some quality "Magnum" time with us. Paw lickin' good! meow!

Brad Chided, Me Rewarded

Seeing how distressed Mama was about our on-off truce, Dad decided to sit down with Brad and I. Boy! That was the longest pep talk we had to endure from Dad. He started by saying how much easier life would be if everyone cooperates and just be nice to each other. Then he said if we don't behave accordingly, he'll consider putting us up for adoption.

"God knows how hard it would be to find someone, or anyone, who would want to adopt two very obstinate felines," he said. It sounded as if he meant it.

But deep down I know Dad has a very kind heart. No way he's going to give us away. Even Mama gets scolded if she dares lay a hand on us...me especially!

And, guess what? After the hard talk, Dad actually treated us with...jeng jeng jeng...ice cream! It was Magnum, no less. The white chocolate kind, mind you. Mama was worried about the chocolate content so she bought a tub of Peter's Original Vanilla for us. Mmmmm....yumm...doesn't matter that it's winter, I lllurve that ice cream. Now I understand what the expression "Cat got cream" means!

To Mama and Dad, as long as the ice cream keeps coming, there'll be peace on the homefront.


After the pep talk, reward? Brad licks the Magnum clean!


Moi? Listening to Dad's advice...I was cool about it


Brad in deep, very very deep, thinking


Dad was next to us, so no choice but to behave...


Brad contemplating a lasting peace...

Well, for the time being, war is off, ceasefire is on!