This is what I said.
You never give me your money.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Went to Johor this week.
Again,
but this time, I went with another extra person,
besides my parents of course.
I...
No, we went with Aqilah.
What makes me puzzled is why would a person like Aqilah herself,
desperate to go to my parents' house in Johor?
I have no clue of any kind at all...
Because personally, I'm quite tired going there again,
with all the traffic jams at the customs, and...
and the feeling of homesickness is driving me absolutely, mad.
Certainly, Aqilah didn't mind at all...
But I did.
And, about those cats I mentioned in a pass few days, or weeks...
Yes, there were still there when we arrived.
But...
Not when we left.
Let's talk about later...
There's a great amount of certainty that some,
or at least a number of readers will finish reading this post, with an opened jaw.
Okay, why not,
just once, let me cut to the chase.
When we arrived, it was about 10pm.
The mother cat and her younglings were found playing at my mum's garden.
The place was bloody untidy, thanks to the feline decorators.
Of course, dad was pissed.
Well, that is obvious.
The following day,
the cat along with the younglings were still there.
At about an hour to noon, dad decided to trim the grass with a grass cutter.
Let's just keep it in mind, that the bloody thing emits an undesirable noise.
It, of course scared those little felines off...
Including its mum.
When Aqilah and I went out into the garden,
we were baffled to see that there were no sign of those cats.
So, we tried to impersonate a living cat, by meowing of course so that in some glint of hope that one of them approach us.
In fact, the mother cat did.
"Where did she come from?" I asked,
"From the car," Qil answered.
The car?
Hmm...
Maybe that little feline wants a little heat?
But, where the bloody hell were the others? We wondered.
At 1pm,
we decided to head of to a nearest shopping centre called Jusco.
We had lunch of course, and went around some places like the bookstore called,
Harrison Ford
George HarrisonHarris and the supermarket for mum to buy some groceries for the whole week.
Then, headed back to home for awhile.
Out of the sudden, a mother cat came rushing towards the car by the time the car halted.
It went straight under the car, so Qil took a look.
"Hey, where is she?"
By then, I already lowered my head looking for the cat.
No bloody sign.
Suddenly, Qil had received a brainwave.
"Maybe she went
into the car?"
She looked down.
"Yes it is! She's
in the car!"
I hesitated,
then took my ipod out and used its reflective back as a mirror to search for any holes directly under the car.
As a matter in fact,
the cat's front legs were literally dangling while sitting
inside the car!
Next, I called out for dad,
told him to open to front part of the car,
hell, I am clueless of what it's called,
to search for any kittens.
Yes, there were...
3 of them!
Hiding themselves between those squeezy engines.
Well, I predicted it was the whole 4 of them, God knows...
2 hours, and still the clock was ticking,
dad was spraying water all over those engines,
2 got out,
the other 2?
Nowhere to be found.
Right beside the car, the mother cat keeps moaning (meowing) which shows that the cat was worried for its child.
Until, all of us gave up,
and left the other 2 in...
(or 1?)
until we reached to Singapore, and they are still nowhere to be found.
Naughty kittens.
Poor mother cat, she was so worried.
So unfortunate of her to lose half of her kittens.
The youngest and friendliest kitten. But a naughty boy indeed. Called him
Mr. Grey.
I'm living in a cloud cuckoo land.
