Wordless Wednesday: Puddle-Hogger

He's healthy now....Thank God!

Tabbies on Tuesday: Window Dressing

Angelina's note: OK....OK...Brad looks quite intelligent here....in contemplation, I'd say. At least Nikki hasn't torn this pair of curtains. purrr...meow!

Wordless Wednesday: Furry Sun Catcher

Stingy Brad

Nicole's 2-cent: Brad's been mean and stingy. He's been hogging the Galaxy Tab like there's no tomorrow. Not letting go even when asleep. We have an appropriate Malay word for him. Kedekut. purrrr *giggles*

Weekend Activity

He's supposed to be studying for his citizenship test.....yeah....in his dreams....

Nicole's 2-cent: I think am going to do exactly like what Brad is doing....it's infectious....yawn.... purrrr *zzzzzzzz*

Thursday with Brad: Just Watch Him

Angelina's note: You've just wasted five minutes of your life looking at a sleeping cat. har har har *evil laughs* purrr....meow!

Speechless on Saturday: Brad's Revenge

Zoom-in!

Zoom-out!

Get it?

Angelina's Note: He's upset I hardly give him any blogging time. Too bad, Brad. This blog is mine. purrr....meow!

Of Egypt and The Slave

People say that in ancient Egypt, cats were worshipped as Gods and Goddesses. Why? Because they were a surefire way to get rid of vermin (rodents) that would infest the granary where harvest of the day would be stockpiled. You see, those days, the people worked in fields or construction sites owned by the Pharaohs and in turn, they get fed by the Pharaohs. So who do you think built the pyramids? Aliens? It was the people, whether freedmen or slaves. Oh, why am I blabbering about Egypt now? That's because there's a real concern about the fate of animals there (especially pets and zoo animals) now that the country is in turmoil. Read all about it at Aunty Caren's blog (click on her name to link) and dig deep into your pockets.

Now, back to present day, as the queen/princess/darling of the household, I'm actually entitled to have a pet of my own. Hey...I didn't invent this rule, Mama did. So, I do have one but I usually refer to him as my slave. Most of you may have met him. His name is Brad. Yeah...that spoilt brat. You wanna see how he looked like when he first came into my life? Before he turned into this really annoying boy? Before he turned my life upside down? OK OK.... see for yourself.

That was how he looked like the first time I met him. First impression: demure.

Looked quite innocent then. Yeah...what an actor.

I thought he looked kinda cheeky and mischievous here.   

Hmm....Brad thinks he looks super cute in this pix.

Brad: Auw....thank you Angelina. That's so sweet of you. I'll be your slave furr-ever and ever and ever.
Angelina: *vomits*
Brad: Hey! That's mean.
Angelina: Slave, clean that carpet now.
Brad: Mama, Angelina is bullying me.
Mama: Kits! Enough. Go to sleep.

And Who Says Cats Walk on Four Legs?

Proof #1: Okay...can't really see his legs here.

Proof #2: See how firm those thighs are. That's the result of constant two-legged walking.

Proof #3: This is how we walk in the house, usually.

Proof #4: Brad caught on camera. You've been a good model, mate.

Angelina's note: Told you we're almost human. Almost. purrrr....meow!

Not Me, Him!!!!

Don't box me up or freeze me.... 

Do it to him instead. He's a copy cat.

Angelina's note: The spoilt brat has been making my life miserable again. Naughty boy! purrr....meow!

Why Brad Misses Pingu....A Lot!!!!

Brotherly love, NOT!!!! purrrr....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!

Precious Moment

Rare....a very rare scene indeed.

I was fast asleep when the spoilt brat crept up and silently dozed off next to me. Mama thought she would lose the moment if she had gone to fetch the DSLR from the study so she took the photos using her mobile. True enough, when I realised what the rascal did, I showed everyone my tail of disapproval. But the sofa was too comfy for me to move elsewhere so I let him be.

I promise to myself I will never ever let this happen again. purrr.....meow!