I Know What I Did Last Summer

You seem so excited, Angelina.

Hmmmm....you too, Brad. Why?

Oooh....it was the full moon. So everyone went a lil' bit cuckoo. 

Angelina's note: It's hot. purrr.....meow!

Manic Monday????

What manic Monday? It's been so quite on the domestic front. You know....since Pingu and Ginger left....

Because this naughty boy is now alone and spends most of his days lying on the pillow....

Oh....he's conserving his energy! Hey Brad! Nobody hibernates in summer!

Angelina's note: Hmm....could it be that he's plotting revenge? purrr....meow!

The Roachers Are Back!!!

I had a nightmare last night! I dreamt that I was half buried in the sand at Cronulla Beach and someone was pouring buckets of live cockroaches on my head...yuk! gross!
Much as I like summer in Sydney, I also hate the six-legged creatures that come out of hibernation during this season. Despite Mama's attempts at pest control (bombs, spray, traps, baits etc) there's like millions of them at home. Especially in the kitchen, especially where my food is.
Apparently there are two species of this nasty roachers - American and German. The Americans would invade your bathroom, darker in colour than the Germans who would infest your kitchen. So, they must be imported in the first place. Or stowaways in those convict ships a century ago. How come there's no Aussie roach?
Then there's also the flies. I'm talking about humongous blue bottles. They will come in droves if you dare to have a barbie in the backyard on a hot summer day. I'm somewhat amazed with Brad's ability to catch these flying pests. Can you imagine those tiny paws catching those filthy creatures? But then you have to see him in action to believe it.
I killed some roachers yesterday. I guess that's why I had the nightmare last night. Should I have compassion for my fellow creature, no matter how disgusting they are?

Admire me...oohh...am so vain

Hie! My Mama calls me Angelina Jolie. No kidding, it's in my vet card. Love you all! Mwah Mwah....

It's a boring life....not!

We cats are a boring lot, I tell you. What do I do all day long? Well, let me rephrase that...what does my human master (she call herself Mama) expects me to do when I'm alone at home?
Frankly, I don't know what other cats do but I have been spending my time intelligently. My day would start by licking Mama's face to wake her up at sunrise. Easy to do on weekdays but quite a chore on weekends coz she likes to "sleep in a bit" she said. Then I led to the kitchen where she will feed me, put fresh water in the bowl and clean my toilet. There were days when she forgets or too lazy to do the poo scooping though. That irks me and I'll show my displeasure in the most unpleasant way. I gave her a "present" in the kitchen sink! Hee hee hee...She's learned her lesson.
You should applaud Mama for her effort in keeping me happy. She has this book called Cat Owner's Manual and has been burying her nose in it. Must have puzzled when I act in the contrary, unlike what the author of that book wrote.
Oops...I've digressed. Back to my routine...I'll do the necessary sending Mama to the door as she leaves the house for work. Will not fail to give a pathetic "don't leave me alone" look, just to make sure she comes home in time for my evening meal.
After she's gone...jeng jeng jeng...it's nap time...aargh....what a bliss....I'll put my head on Mama's pillow and stretch myself on her bed. I need to conserve energy for the evening...that's when I'll make Mama play with me...just love those balls and fishing thingy....
Aahhh...what a life....