
GAHAHAHAHAHA cats are so weird. Good thing I’m a dust bunny.
Look, A Book!
What’s a cat to do with money??
So I was lurking around the dinner table as usual, hoping that a piece of glorious fish would fall. Then I noticed a red grouper-like thing on the table. Though it lacked the fishy smell which usually makes my heart palpitate 100x faster, I decided to try it anyway.
Wasn’t edible. Kitty instinct FAIL.
Where else have I seen this before?
I believe the feeders trade this for kibble. ZOMGKIBBLEMOREKIBBLEHEREICOME
Just gotta swipe it down real quick. Any food suggestions? Marinated morsels of salmon?
Guess who’s back in the blogosphere?
Confession 101
I did not sleep on the mouldy bag or hide jigsaw puzzles under the bed or leave the clump of sand outside the litter box. Believe me, I’ve been sleeping on my favourite mat the wholeeeeeee day.

Can I have some food now, please?
Allie “Tyra” Banks
So I’ve been getting acquainted with technology. Step one, start a blog, step two, start stalking other blogs. A lovely friend introduced me to The Catorialist, and it is my new home page! Don’t know why humans go to those human-versioned fashion blogs when The Catorialist evidently wins paws down!
I’m feeling all fashion conscious now. Check out some of my feline-crushes:
MEO(OWW)! Some of these guys are so FIERCE! Loves it. Decided to get my own portfolio shot done…think I can compete internationally?
Don’t say it. I am not a plus-sized model.
BAH HAMBUG.
It’s time to be brutally honest. Kids, I’m tired of Chinese New Year. Sure it was fun for a while…with everyone distracted with the visitors, stuffing their faces with cookies and pork (bak kwa) and counting ang paos like the devious children they are, I could get up to all the kitty crimes I wanted. But it has been a week and these hot and heavy CNY festivities are taking their toll on ancient me.
First of all, all this traditional spring cleaning sucks. The Vacuum Cleaner is my #1 enemy. And my traditional cushions keep getting unsettled.
Secondly, red packets (ang paos) are of no use to me at all. NO USE. NO USE, you hear that? Stop teasing me with useless human money. Embedding it in my belly doesn’t work the same way as fish would.
Next, I’m really tired of being fondled by little humans. Leave me alone, creatures my own size. You Creep Me Out.
The verdict’s out, folks: Chinese New Year sucks for kitties like me. I spend all my days fleeing from crowds of strangers and people that keep flicking catnip in my face. If not I sit in a corner and let people bond over me whenever an awkward silence crops up. What did people talk about in the days before a cat entered this house anyway?
Yup, I’ve done enough running in the last week to last me a year. GET OUT OF MY FACE, MANDARIN ORANGES!
I Spy.
I spied many things today – jelly bits, sugar crumbs, fur clumps, flowers that need saving – chinese new year is just making the Feeders sloppy.

FLOWAH. Woot WOot FLOWAH.
Evil Plot
Mehehe lookit what i found! Careless humans left a fragile class vase with flowers inside! I might just have to accidentally tip it over! Thanks to The Devious Book For Cats for the grrrrrrrrrrrr8 tip!

Slowly now…
Caught In The Act


Another awesome vday present from my cat friend keko (see below) -sneaky smile- She’s my partner in crime. She has the physical looks of a siberian husky but an attitude of a cat. -sneaky smile- Now if only more friends would reply my posts – I just feel like a schizo cat talking to myself -looks around for mobius-














