As I was walking back from the bus stop today, I could not help but wonder in awe as to how time has flown past me. It has officially been10 years since I have lived where I am living and for the whole 10 years, I had wanted to write this complaint to my MP to complain about this woman who was feeding stray cats at a very inconvenient spot leading up to one of the entrances to where I stay.
It is unbelievable that it has been so long and I DID NOT take action! I mean, I did not mind that she was feeding strays bu I really did mind that she had put the food at the most inconvenient of places when there were ample other places to put it in the vicinity.
Plus the fact that she just leaves the food and plastic bag (used to put the food) there and come morning, when the food is empty, plastic bag hurricane happens. It was an ugly sight. I even hated taking bus from that side of the road.
Now that I take buses from there more often, I realised that the woman does not seem to come anymore, as the path is clean of all food and strays. It is good in a way but worrying in another. I am worried about the fate of the cats, even though I do not approve of feeding strays does not mean I do not treasure life.
Back to my 10 years at the present abbot: I still feel like it was yesterday that I had just moved in, just complained about how small my room is, just thinking to myself as to when I can move out of this rat hole. It is now 10 years.
Perhaps it is also because I was 'away' for 2 or 3 years as I got married and had my own place for awhile. It was only about four years ago that I moved back home. Don't know why though, but I never did feel that attached to the place as say, with the previous dwellings. Perhaps it is because Dad and Mum chose it. I did not. I was away studying.
From the time that I stayed here, I always felt that everything was temporary and I didn't even dare to work around the kitchen. Reason being that I did not feel attached to it. Sounds strange? Well, I AM a strange person like that.
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Friday, June 12, 2009
Sunday, September 14, 2008
More about wicker picnic baskets
Hehe... the magic of modern technology. I just put up a peronal message about drooling over wicker picnic baskets on MSN and one friend has decided to sell me hers!!!! So very happy! Here it is:
Ha! Ha! recognise the fella in the background? He was the model for the rainboots, Kingsley! Poor fella had just walked up eight floors when this picture was taken as the lift's fire alarm had gone off.
Ha! Ha! recognise the fella in the background? He was the model for the rainboots, Kingsley! Poor fella had just walked up eight floors when this picture was taken as the lift's fire alarm had gone off.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Jurassic Park in my house
Two nights ago. I came home to two cats becoming the owners of the house. One was sitting on the sofa quietly (Dou Dou) and the other came to greet me at the door. THEY DID IT! They managed to open the door and they were roaming freely around the house for goodness knows how long!
I went to check all the rooms and toilets. No paw prints on my bed and everything was intact. The last time he sneaked into my bedroom while my housemate mopped the floor, Mao Mao had left his mark on my bedsheets.
Alas! When I went into my bathroom, my tea lights were all over the floor. Luckily, nothing was broken. Just that it was such a mess. That night, my housemate and I decided to do the inevitable: we hooked up two handles of the doors with a string and stuck the cats' end of the door handle with sticky tape so that the ribbon would not slip off. There was no chance of them escaping out of the room now, except that we would have to 'play' zero-point and go under the ribbon every time we pass through that passage way.
My housemate saw it for the first time, how the handle is being tampered with by the cats and she felt that it was eerie for it did look like a human being was trying to open the door.
Of course, the cats did not know what we did and we went to sleep after that. Thinking that they could still 'escape', there were attempts to open the door throughout the night. As the night went by though, I could hear that the cat (specifically Mao Mao) came to this realisation that he was permanently locked in; that he could no longer open the door. I could hear his frustration in his attempts. He was getting more pissed with every failed attempt. You see, I had one too many coffees that day and was having what I call shallow sleep. I got easily woken by noises that night.
I was also quite worried about what the downstairs and perhaps the upstairs neighbours would think, when they hear all these noises in the middle of the night. They might think that we have kidnapped someone! I drifted into a slightly deeper sleep after that.
Oh yes, why did I say that my house was like a Jurassic Park. The cats would slam themselves against the door causing the walls to shake and you know that scene where the T-rex was breathing heavily behind the door before he opened it? It certainly did feel like that when these slamming sounds come in bouts.
Well, I exaggerate a little about the walls but the doors to shake and in the dead of the night, it can be quite startling.
I think they are resigned to their fate now for they no longer meow so loudly and persistently, insisting that we let them out. When the time comes, we do let them out of the room to roam. It is just that when there is little or no supervision, Mao can perform a Hurricane Katrina within the house.
I went to check all the rooms and toilets. No paw prints on my bed and everything was intact. The last time he sneaked into my bedroom while my housemate mopped the floor, Mao Mao had left his mark on my bedsheets.
Alas! When I went into my bathroom, my tea lights were all over the floor. Luckily, nothing was broken. Just that it was such a mess. That night, my housemate and I decided to do the inevitable: we hooked up two handles of the doors with a string and stuck the cats' end of the door handle with sticky tape so that the ribbon would not slip off. There was no chance of them escaping out of the room now, except that we would have to 'play' zero-point and go under the ribbon every time we pass through that passage way.
My housemate saw it for the first time, how the handle is being tampered with by the cats and she felt that it was eerie for it did look like a human being was trying to open the door.
Of course, the cats did not know what we did and we went to sleep after that. Thinking that they could still 'escape', there were attempts to open the door throughout the night. As the night went by though, I could hear that the cat (specifically Mao Mao) came to this realisation that he was permanently locked in; that he could no longer open the door. I could hear his frustration in his attempts. He was getting more pissed with every failed attempt. You see, I had one too many coffees that day and was having what I call shallow sleep. I got easily woken by noises that night.
I was also quite worried about what the downstairs and perhaps the upstairs neighbours would think, when they hear all these noises in the middle of the night. They might think that we have kidnapped someone! I drifted into a slightly deeper sleep after that.
Oh yes, why did I say that my house was like a Jurassic Park. The cats would slam themselves against the door causing the walls to shake and you know that scene where the T-rex was breathing heavily behind the door before he opened it? It certainly did feel like that when these slamming sounds come in bouts.
Well, I exaggerate a little about the walls but the doors to shake and in the dead of the night, it can be quite startling.
I think they are resigned to their fate now for they no longer meow so loudly and persistently, insisting that we let them out. When the time comes, we do let them out of the room to roam. It is just that when there is little or no supervision, Mao can perform a Hurricane Katrina within the house.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Cats can be scary too-too!
Hehe...the clever cat strikes again, this time, while I was away for the retreat.
Luckily my housemate had her door closed. If not, I think she may just get into as much shock as I did. She told me she heard him meowing rather loudly and knew he was at her door when he heard him scratching his neck, causing the bell to ring.
We are going to make more observations. If he is going to get out just one more time, we would have to do something to that door of ours..eh-huh!
Luckily my housemate had her door closed. If not, I think she may just get into as much shock as I did. She told me she heard him meowing rather loudly and knew he was at her door when he heard him scratching his neck, causing the bell to ring.
We are going to make more observations. If he is going to get out just one more time, we would have to do something to that door of ours..eh-huh!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Cats can be scary too!
This morning, I had woken up, brushed my teeth, and gone straight back to bed. Because I did not want to wake my housemate up, I did not close the door.
I was still in my blissful power sleep (as I call these quick naps of 10-15 minutes), when I heard a loud "Meow!" and saw the cat right before my eyes, in my room!!!!!
Goodness gracious me! Holy SH*&t! The cats have let themselves out of the room!!! I have heard them trying to open the door before but they never really did succeed. This time, it was freaky and eerie coz they did not only manage to open the door, they turned on the lights too!!!!!!
Why I say freaky is coz I was the one who fed them last night as my housemate came home late. I remembered specifically that I switched off the light after putting food into their dishes, half wondering whether they would be ok, eating in semi-darkness. Looks like I do not have to worry so much anymore.
I am still in quite a state of shock mixed with amusement as I type this. I am just thinking, "What next?"
I mean I know that my ex sis in-law's Russian Blue could turn the door knob and all, but...but...anyhow, I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry when I found him in my room and so, I did a half-scold. Really wasn't that awake to use my boom voice and did not want to wake my housemate up. Plus I didn't want neighbours to think I was cat-abusing. ("P)
I was still in my blissful power sleep (as I call these quick naps of 10-15 minutes), when I heard a loud "Meow!" and saw the cat right before my eyes, in my room!!!!!
Goodness gracious me! Holy SH*&t! The cats have let themselves out of the room!!! I have heard them trying to open the door before but they never really did succeed. This time, it was freaky and eerie coz they did not only manage to open the door, they turned on the lights too!!!!!!
Why I say freaky is coz I was the one who fed them last night as my housemate came home late. I remembered specifically that I switched off the light after putting food into their dishes, half wondering whether they would be ok, eating in semi-darkness. Looks like I do not have to worry so much anymore.
I am still in quite a state of shock mixed with amusement as I type this. I am just thinking, "What next?"
I mean I know that my ex sis in-law's Russian Blue could turn the door knob and all, but...but...anyhow, I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry when I found him in my room and so, I did a half-scold. Really wasn't that awake to use my boom voice and did not want to wake my housemate up. Plus I didn't want neighbours to think I was cat-abusing. ("P)
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