The Cat (Wednesday 06 Oct)

(12:15 am)

The maid made a face when she put down the phone earlier this afternoon.

She said, sorry, but the orders came from the Boss. I was to go into the kitty carrier and wait for the good people of SPCA.

SPCA???

Didn't I smile at those strange men who kept trooping into the house last week? Didn't I forgo my nightly hunt and instead, played the part of the adoring 'cat-on-lap' routine while they rattled their glasses and exclaimed, "...Jeff Ooi!"? What more can a cat do to earn her keep?

When she was 5 feet away and approaching, I coughed up a formidable-sized furball and left her to clean up the mess. I did feel bad - she has been rather kind to me. I didn't want to be her one-way ticket back to Medan.

Since coming back late tonight, he'd taken over the chase. But I gave him a good run around the garden, even slowed down to even the odds. Expectedly:- Boss - 0; Meow - 1

I spied my supper nestled deep in the carrier. Hey, I'm not that dumb ... do I look like a d*g?

He resorted to making kissy-faces at me, cajoling me with unusual terms of endearment, "here sayang ... come here, Meow Meow..." Yawn.

And just last night I was .... " %^&*^*$%^@" ??

I'm a well-bred Siamese and we have delicate ears. So I made my protest in the form of my best Garbo impersonation. That displeased him further. I took my dead rat to the corner of the living room and let loose my claws. Then I put its head on top of his pajamas; its body next to the potatoes.

Garbo would have been proud.

Now it's time to cut my losses and head out to the open road. I hear there may be a vacancy at DZ's ...