New Year Resolution...sort of...

The good thing about being a cat is that I don't have to conform with normal hooman behaviour. Case in point is this thing about having a new (or renewed) resolution whenever a new year comes. I mean, what should my new year resolution be, to eat less tuna? to scratch less? to sleep less? duh???

However, there's no rule that says a cat can't help her Mama make and keep her new year resolution. So, what's Mama's new year resolution? TO BE A BETTER FARMER. Serious.

We have helped Mama sow, transplant, water and fertilise her garden. We call it our Garden in the Sky. May it stay lush just like the garden we had in our Sydney home. My job is to make sure my sisfurs and brofurs don't sabotage Mama's hard work. Remember the case of Michael versus pandan leaves?

This time around, we have culinary herbs like ginger, rosemary, polygornum (Vietnamese mint or kesom), kaffir lime (limau purut) and bird chili. As well as some ornamental plants like palm, kalanchoe, mondo grass and even a mosquito repellent. Another great news, Mama had sown some vegetable seeds and so far we've seen some crimson okra seedlings peeking out.

Hey...garden snoopervising is not an easy task, OK? I have to make sure nobody chomp off the new plants.

Can you see some okra seedlings peeking out from the planter boxes? Hanging them outside the balcony is to prevent some furry climbers to use the boxes as toilets....as they had done in the past.

Our Garden in the Sky (Brad has nicknamed it the Scenic Toilet!!!)....

So, there you have it. My new year resolution is to help my Mama keep her new year resolution. May the garden prosper.....and here's to more green yaks on the floor....teeheehee...purrr...meow!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012!!!!!

Thanks for the Memories....

Hello Kitties (and peeps)!!!

Thanks for coming by on my birthday. Thanks for the birthday wishes and all. Mama's very very busy with her end of year projects (wrapping up old and starting new....never ending story) so we've been rather slack in updating, replying to comments and especially bad is very very little blogwalking. Forgive me...but it's all Mama's fault.

However, I almost forgive her as she managed to squeeze in some of her so-called precious time to celebrate my birthday on Sunday. She even managed to bake me a cake. So, the Jolie-Pitt-Cruise-Kidman-Schumacher-Vettel household ate moist orange cake on Christmas Day. Brad was disappointed that Mama didn't make chocolate cake instead. Yeah...when are you going to experiment with the Majulah cocoa powder you brought back from Sabah, Mama?

Anyway, I'm not complaining. The orange cake was devoured in no time by kitties and hoomans alike. I managed to photograph it before demolition. Cute, eh? Well, Mama says it's not as pretty as a store-bought one...but hey...it's the thought that counts, eh? purrr...meow! 

Psst......

Hello Kitties!
It's me Brad. Angelina's on the bunk bed, sleeping, so I decided to steal some blogging time. I'll be brief though. Guess who's big day is it tomorrow? No....not mine. It's HRH Princess Angelina's birthday...or so we were told by her original owners. Let's give her a surprise birthday party. Jips, treats, toys, mice are all accepted. Har har har *evil laughs*

Stray to Heir

Dear Tommaso,
You may not know me, or even of me, but let me tell you that I'm proud of you man-friend. Imagine, from a stray to heir of USD13 million fortune. That much money can buy lotsa treats and food and toys....You must have given lotsa love to your late mom....

But hey...don't forget the rest of our kin who are still eking out a living as an alley cat or even island cats (check my previous posting). I wish you'd put aside some of that dough into a fund to help your fellow felines. Think about it my friend.....it will do you good.

Yours in felinedom,
Angelina Jolie

check out Tommaso's story here.

Island Cats: Paradise or Hell on Earth????

Angelina's note: Kitties, for once I'm glad my Mama and Dad are such busybodies and hardcore pawpawrazzi. They visited an island famous for snorkeling and diving activities, worldwide. The natives there are poor and eke out a meagre living by fishing and not really benefiting from the thriving tourism industry. Mama showed me the photographs she and Dad took of the feline population there. Some made bawl my eyes out. The kitties are now considered a nuisance by the hooomans there. There used to be many woofies but they have now disappeared. Rumour has it that they were poisoned to cull the population. Mama wants to organise a capture and spay programme there. Any volunteers? For the record, there is no vet clinic on the island. purrrr....meow!