Hiccups

No, I'm not having hiccups. It's the blogging activity.
You see, our container of stuffs from Sydney has finally arrived. There are 54 boxes of various sizes delivered to our door. So far, we have managed to open and cleared only 8 of them. So, there are 46 of them still unopened. Mama said she wants us all to help her unpack before August comes. I don't know what's so special about August but whatever Mama says, we'll have to abide or else.....
So, forgive us if our blogging activity is lagging, especially the blogwalking and commenting. We'll try to do as much as possible if and when possible. We'll throw a party once all the unpacking is done.

Brad wants a piece of the action too. Hmm...I think that box is wayyy too big for him.

Michael thinks we should open the box from the top.

Nikki was checking if the box can bear her weight. What do you all think?

Nikki checked out MY chair. This was from one of the opened boxes.

At the Edge of Forever....

I promised I would finish the story about our "move" from Sydney to Kuala Lumpur. Lucky I have pawpawrazzi for pawrents so there's pictorial record. Coming from Australia, we didn't need to be contained or quarantined. Phew!!! Oh, having regular vet checks and updated medical records help a lot, OK? Thank God for fussy pawrents (in my case...teeheehee!)

This is a step by step account of the procedure that Mama and Dad had to go through.

Step 1: Obtain import permit from the Department of Veterinary Services, remember to submit full and updated medical records of felines. Animals must be transported within one month of approval date. Pay RM5 for each cat.

Step 2: Contact professional pet transport company. Attach original import permit and medical records  with booking form. Transfer payment upon invoice. Mama chose Jetpets after contacting and getting quotations from several service providers.

Step 3: Once obtained confirmed date of travel from transport company, make arrangements for pickup of cats.

Step 4: Transport company informed of actual travel, plus contact numbers of corresponding agent at destination.

Step 5: Claim cats at airport.

Mama and Dad had to get a pass to enter the Free Trade and Customs Zone to claim us. The process took a while as they had to wait for a fax to be sent from the cargo section. This is to ensure that whatever Mama and Dad wanted to do was legitimate.

Fax received, visitor's pass obtained, wrist tagged - all set to go past the checkpoint at the Customs' Complex.

Mama and Dad had to pass through a tunnel, passed under an overhead bridge, made several U-turns and passed a few checkpoints before reaching this place where we were waiting for them.

Mama was checking to make sure that it was really Brad and I....who knows if someone switched us somewhere en route, eh? Brad was whining a lot!!!! He was quiet before he saw Mama. Spoilt brat!

Mama had to complete more paperwork at the Customs, Vet Services and Wildlife departments. Said she had to conduct transactions at three different floors, took about two hours in total. We waited with Dad in the car. It was OK, there was air-conditioning and Dad made us watch American Idol, to kill time.... duh! Felt like furrrrever!

Serious! We just came in from Australia, to Malaysia, and our first introduction to Malaysian TV was to watch American Idol. Hilarious, Dad!

Introduction to the family! We finally reached our new home way past midnight. Everyone was awake to welcome us. Curiosity definitely didn't kill the cats (yet). Wait till they get to know the real me. har har har *evil laughs*

My old view from the balcony.

My new view from the balcony. Still lives on top floor.

Angelina's note: Adapting to new life won't be too hard, I hope. purrrr.....meow!

The Beginning of Whatever

48 hours prior

Aunty If: Angelina, Brad, wake up! They are here.
Angelina: Who's here?
Brad: Yeah, what's happening?

Aunty If: They're the people from Jetpets. Your Mama has booked them to transport you two over.
Brad: So, we're going to fly? Today?

Aunty If: No, not today. The authorities will have to examine you and hold you for 48 hours before you fly.
Angelina: What authorities? What are they going to do to us?
Brad: Ohhh...Aunty If. I'm scared.

Aunty If: It's called AQIS - Australian Quarantine Inspection Service. They'll examine you, issue a "fit for export" certificate and off you go.
Angelina: Eeuuwww! I feel like some sort of commodity.
Brad: Are we going to be labeled as "live export"?

Aunty If: You're quite right, Brad. Now, come on. Get ready, have some breakfast and then you can say goodbye to Pingu and Ginger.
Angelina: I'm only agreeing to this because at the end of the day I get to meet Mama.
Brad: Me too.

24 hours prior:

Angelina: What do you think Brad? Look at all those other animals.
Brad: Are those pets like us too?

Angelina: Well, those are dogs and cats like us. I don't think the cows and sheep are here.
Brad: So many pets leaving Australia? Are they going to Malaysia too?

Angelina: I don't know. You can ask them.
Brad: Hmmm....maybe later. What's going to happen to us next?

Angelina: Next would be us boarding the flight to Kuala Lumpur and say bye bye to Sydney.
Brad: Really? What flight?

Angelina: I overheard the transport people saying Malaysia Airlines. We'll board in the afternoon and arrive in the evening. Mama and Dad will be waiting for us over there.
Brad: I can't wait to see them again.

Insecurity Intensified

Angelina: Mama, how's the sleeping arrangement like?
Mama: What sleeping arrangement?

Angelina: You know....in the other house?
Mama: Hush!!! I'm not telling the world about our bedroom antics.

Angelina: No...you got it wrong. Hmmm...let me rephrase the question. Where and how does everyone sleep in the other house? I mean Tom and family.
Mama: Oooohh...*blush* I thought you were asking about your Dad and I.

Angelina: Mama.... Tom and family! Where would I fit in?
Mama: Hmm....OK, visualise the bed in front of you. Dad on left, Mama on right. Tom on Dad's chest or arm pit, Nikki on window sill behind headboard or sometimes between Mama's legs, Nicole in between Mama and Dad. Michael is usually not on the bed but on top of the wardrobe, on a suitcase.

Angelina: Auw....that's a full house. Isn't there space for me? I usually sleep on the pillow next to you and Brad inside your blanket...
Mama: Yeah...there's space on the pillow if your Dad is away. Otherwise, you'll have to negotiate with him. As for Brad, there's still space inside my blanket.

Angelina: Negotiate with Dad? Hmm....what if the others don't want me on the bed?
Mama: Then I'll tell them I'll close the bedroom door and not allow anyone in. How about that?

Angelina: It's all or nothing? They'll surely hate me for that.
Mama: So, negotiate with Dad.

Angelina: Sigh.....
Mama: As I've told you, we'll cross the bridge when we come to it, OK?

A Conversation with Insecure Angelina

Angelina: Mama, what if they don't like me?
Mama: What are you talking about?

Angelina: You know....Tom and family. What if we all have to live under one roof and they don't like me?
Mama: Well, I can threaten them. If they don't welcome you or Brad, I'll say I'll put them up for adoption. How about that?

Angelina: Eeeuuwww....that's mean. Nobody would want to adopt them coz they eat heaps. What if I don't like them instead? What would you do?
Mama: Then I'll put you up for adoption. Anyone should want you coz you don't eat much. But you're fussy...you'll have to admit.

Angelina: Can't things stay as they are?
Mama: I'm afraid not.

Angelina: Well....you know....home to me is where you'll be. Purrrlease don't put me up for adoption.
Mama: Then behave and adjust. We'll cross the bridge when we come to it, OK?

Frantic Friday