hey jude
the heat nowadays can really suck up all your energy and what ever is left that can be considered as exciting. i haven't been doing much lately accept standing in front of my oscillating stand-fan with my tongue a-wagging..
one of my last post was abt the death of my cat...you see, for abt the entire time that ive lived here, which is since i was 3, we've always had cats living in ur backyard... female cats seem to gravitate to our house instead of all the other houses on our street to breed...and breed..and breed..so for as long as i can remember we would always have a family of cats living on our grounds and all we did was feed them...n we feed them food scraps, leftovers, fish and chicken entrails and they ate whatever we ate...and all these glorious food would come flying out of our kitchen window above the kitchen sink....these sneaky cats know when it is their meal time...whenever they cld smell traces of blood from either d uncooked fish or chicken from the wastewater that pours into the drain, they would all anxiously and impatiently wait infront of the 'magic' window....they cld be miles away but the faint sound of the window latch being twisted would send them sprinting faster then u can say puss to get 'vip' access to the magical window...n then the cats got smarter...by trying to outsmart the other cats, one or 2 or even 3 of them would jump on to the sill of the magic window, and with their 'x-ray' eyes peer into the tinted windows at the feast which is waiting for them which is actually me siang-ing the ikans...and as years went by word got out to all the other neighbourhood cats including the snotty and posh persian pets started to hear about the magic window and they too started to frequently come to my hse...once they had a bite of the scraps that may consist of tulangs, nasik, roti, cake, donuts, biskots and what ever we ate, they just had to have more...it is like the saying once you go black, you will never go back (to whatever it was that they liked,i think)...so much of being epicureans of expensive luxurious cat foods..and just like human evolution, the cats started to wait infront of the magic window once they cld here the clicking sounds of our cutlery...as years went by the mother puss has given birth to many, many pussycats...i have spent years of terrorizing the young kittens, playing with the tweenies and coming to terms when they had to leave the nest as young adults to venture into the world of the limitless unkown and meet other cats and mate...but these cats are something....they cld be roaming the streets and doing whatever it is that they do elsewhere,BUT would conveniently come back to my house to eat and await the wonders that are kept behind the magic window...i have seen how the horny males jump on their sisters, daughters and mothers....i have seen kittens die a brutal death with their frail necks almost severed from the fangs of their fathers....i actually caused another kitten's death because it followed me and fell down from the 2nd floor balcony...i have seen how motherly and caring and nurturing mother cats are but they too suffer from post partum depression...i also witnessed sadly how one of the mother cat i call nanderk, the village 'bicycle' coming to terms that she is no more the primadona, instead her stunted tailed daughter was the one getting all the attention and becoming the person she herself never asked to be...that entire generation of cats have now ended as the last generation left us a few years ago....and then came the new mother cat....as usual she was desperate for a place to give birth to her litter...and she found solace in a crevice under an old stove oven we hv in our kitchen...and that was the start of all the chaos and mayhem we have to live with everyday for the last year and a half....for the last year and a half this mother cat has given birth 3 times and had a litter of 10 kittens...7 of which are staying here with us rite now...2 of which had died within 2 days of each other last week..one of which i named martha..martha stewert...martha died a day after i caught her brother trying to fuck her...a day after i could see the disappointment in her eyes and the upsetting cry she meowed out...she was found cold and stiff, cross-eyed and tongue a-wagging...she had gone thru the chain-linked fence many many times..she cld have been running away from something, or someone, or she cld have been careless...poor martha....the next day martha's younger sibling who was i'm guessing is a month old kitten died...i dnt knw why...couldve been undernourishment, or poisoned or chocolate or because of the feeling of displacement, or the young kitten had some genetic anomaly...i dono...but she died,sadly alone...like any other cat...apparently cats die alone...they will isolate themselves from others to die....the current mother cat drives my father up the wall because she is conceited, cunning and persistent...we dont let them in the house because they are dirty and dont want their shit-trodding paws come in contact with our furniture or food....she once sneaked into our kitchen with her young kitten n toppled over a bowl of thawing chicken onto the floor and ate it...that was our lunch....even with all the craziness we feel a deep sense of responsibility towards her....my father would buy extra food just for her and her brood...this new mother cat has a crooked tail....she has such a distinct personality...she knows what she wants....and she gets what she wants....she is one who is not affected by her feelings and can be seen as cold and distant at times but caring and nurturing and loving otherwise....she has this stern look in her eyes when her whims are not entertained....sometimes i interpret from her forlorn spaced out moments while her kids aggressively suckle on her tits how her life cldve been different for her...how she wished she cld run away from all this anguish of having to painstakingly care for her brood, and receive torment from humans such as us....i guess if i cld read her mind, she longs for the freedom that nature does not allow...and after that brief moment of contemplating her 9 lives, she licks the nook between the eyebrows of her child like any respecting mother would....i think i'll call her azizah...
oh n here is a picture of me with my niece helwa on my father's birthday lunch...and a picture of my father...and a picture of me....
the rather long write up abt my cats was typed in orange because martha had orange patches..
one of my last post was abt the death of my cat...you see, for abt the entire time that ive lived here, which is since i was 3, we've always had cats living in ur backyard... female cats seem to gravitate to our house instead of all the other houses on our street to breed...and breed..and breed..so for as long as i can remember we would always have a family of cats living on our grounds and all we did was feed them...n we feed them food scraps, leftovers, fish and chicken entrails and they ate whatever we ate...and all these glorious food would come flying out of our kitchen window above the kitchen sink....these sneaky cats know when it is their meal time...whenever they cld smell traces of blood from either d uncooked fish or chicken from the wastewater that pours into the drain, they would all anxiously and impatiently wait infront of the 'magic' window....they cld be miles away but the faint sound of the window latch being twisted would send them sprinting faster then u can say puss to get 'vip' access to the magical window...n then the cats got smarter...by trying to outsmart the other cats, one or 2 or even 3 of them would jump on to the sill of the magic window, and with their 'x-ray' eyes peer into the tinted windows at the feast which is waiting for them which is actually me siang-ing the ikans...and as years went by word got out to all the other neighbourhood cats including the snotty and posh persian pets started to hear about the magic window and they too started to frequently come to my hse...once they had a bite of the scraps that may consist of tulangs, nasik, roti, cake, donuts, biskots and what ever we ate, they just had to have more...it is like the saying once you go black, you will never go back (to whatever it was that they liked,i think)...so much of being epicureans of expensive luxurious cat foods..and just like human evolution, the cats started to wait infront of the magic window once they cld here the clicking sounds of our cutlery...as years went by the mother puss has given birth to many, many pussycats...i have spent years of terrorizing the young kittens, playing with the tweenies and coming to terms when they had to leave the nest as young adults to venture into the world of the limitless unkown and meet other cats and mate...but these cats are something....they cld be roaming the streets and doing whatever it is that they do elsewhere,BUT would conveniently come back to my house to eat and await the wonders that are kept behind the magic window...i have seen how the horny males jump on their sisters, daughters and mothers....i have seen kittens die a brutal death with their frail necks almost severed from the fangs of their fathers....i actually caused another kitten's death because it followed me and fell down from the 2nd floor balcony...i have seen how motherly and caring and nurturing mother cats are but they too suffer from post partum depression...i also witnessed sadly how one of the mother cat i call nanderk, the village 'bicycle' coming to terms that she is no more the primadona, instead her stunted tailed daughter was the one getting all the attention and becoming the person she herself never asked to be...that entire generation of cats have now ended as the last generation left us a few years ago....and then came the new mother cat....as usual she was desperate for a place to give birth to her litter...and she found solace in a crevice under an old stove oven we hv in our kitchen...and that was the start of all the chaos and mayhem we have to live with everyday for the last year and a half....for the last year and a half this mother cat has given birth 3 times and had a litter of 10 kittens...7 of which are staying here with us rite now...2 of which had died within 2 days of each other last week..one of which i named martha..martha stewert...martha died a day after i caught her brother trying to fuck her...a day after i could see the disappointment in her eyes and the upsetting cry she meowed out...she was found cold and stiff, cross-eyed and tongue a-wagging...she had gone thru the chain-linked fence many many times..she cld have been running away from something, or someone, or she cld have been careless...poor martha....the next day martha's younger sibling who was i'm guessing is a month old kitten died...i dnt knw why...couldve been undernourishment, or poisoned or chocolate or because of the feeling of displacement, or the young kitten had some genetic anomaly...i dono...but she died,sadly alone...like any other cat...apparently cats die alone...they will isolate themselves from others to die....the current mother cat drives my father up the wall because she is conceited, cunning and persistent...we dont let them in the house because they are dirty and dont want their shit-trodding paws come in contact with our furniture or food....she once sneaked into our kitchen with her young kitten n toppled over a bowl of thawing chicken onto the floor and ate it...that was our lunch....even with all the craziness we feel a deep sense of responsibility towards her....my father would buy extra food just for her and her brood...this new mother cat has a crooked tail....she has such a distinct personality...she knows what she wants....and she gets what she wants....she is one who is not affected by her feelings and can be seen as cold and distant at times but caring and nurturing and loving otherwise....she has this stern look in her eyes when her whims are not entertained....sometimes i interpret from her forlorn spaced out moments while her kids aggressively suckle on her tits how her life cldve been different for her...how she wished she cld run away from all this anguish of having to painstakingly care for her brood, and receive torment from humans such as us....i guess if i cld read her mind, she longs for the freedom that nature does not allow...and after that brief moment of contemplating her 9 lives, she licks the nook between the eyebrows of her child like any respecting mother would....i think i'll call her azizah...
oh n here is a picture of me with my niece helwa on my father's birthday lunch...and a picture of my father...and a picture of me....
the rather long write up abt my cats was typed in orange because martha had orange patches..
posted by soedaydah at 7:57 AM
2 Comments:
so, it can be concluded dat ur a cat lover, rite? cool. btw, wats wif da azizah name? mcm x sesuai je.
cute pics. especially dat person in pink. hehe...
coz i think she looks like someone we all know as azizah..i love cats..but im not considered a lover
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