Or at least that's what MY cats think. Take Phibun for example - the most curious cat of the bunch. Upon hearing the sound of a ringing phone, he will absolutely run towards it, climb the chair to get to the phone. And not until you actually answer the call, he'll be mewing his heart off like saying "Miss, the phone's ringing! The phone's ringing! The goddamn phone IS RINGING!!!"
(as I am typing this, I am also shouting at Phibun and Kapo to get down from my book rack).
And don't get me started on Phibun's habit of following me to the room. I always go up to my room as soon as the clock strike twelve (am, that is). And he NEVER fails to follow even when... excuse me for a while, I need to smack the head of a stubborn cat that is still playing with the ribbon of my dress....
Where was I? Oh yeah, he never fails to follow me up to my room and then disturb me. Let me tell you. I love my cats. They're a good companion when you're out of ideas on what to write because then they'll sit next to you like a loyal friend and looked at you as if saying, "You're having a writer's block eyh, miss?" But sometimes there are times when they turn all crayyyyyzey that you will end up throwing them out of the room and lock the door.
Like the fact that Phibun's idea of playtime is when I was praying. He thinks that biting my leg or my kain telekung when I ruku' seems to be the best, or lying down and making a cute face when I am ready to sujud is cool, or the worst of all... during tahiyat awal, he seems to think I was sitting down to pet him, so he would approach me and sit on my lap. Not only that, he'll sit up straight, look into my eyes and ping!.. just touch my nose with his paw. Usually, that's how he was thrown out from the room, but not before I ask him to say 'amen' to all my doa. I was like, "For all the demonic stuff you're doing while I was praying you better ask God to grant my wishes, you stupid crusade-like creature."
And then there's the fact that he likes to disturb me while I am chatting with my friends. If I was chatting with you and suddenly I was saying "No, I think thatlkmnbhgfds..." Well, that's not me, that's Phibun trying to walk on my laptop.
I love my cats. Especially since they drove away all pests - rodents, lizards, and roaches. Some people may adopt cats just for the sake of adopting animals, or that they love cats. But in my family, you have to earn your way into the house. Ha.
In another note,
1. Finally I cannot access to my CO email. Took them quite a while to terminate my account, huh? Isn't that cute? That's like what linked me to the office other than my MSN. I still use my MSN, so Swee can pour her occasional 'crap die die die' heart out.
2. Why people think it's fun trying to convey a message to me by NOT verbally communicating them? I mean, I'm a writer, not a mindreader.
3. A certain someone in my flixter that I don't know kept sending me messages like, "Whatcha doing, baby?" "How are you, baby gurl?" and then one day got pissed off when I never replied and ask me what's wrong. YOU are asking ME what's wrong? I'm not the one calling a dancing animation avatar nickname such as 'baby'.
4. My guilty pleasures includes listening to Miley Cyrus' "7 Things" song. Yeah yeah, laugh all you want. But that is a very catchy song, and the lyrics is just very straightforward.
5. I kept having weird dreams involving talking parrots, creepy white-faced ghosts that grin at me wherever I go, buying gifts at MPH, masjid Shah Alam painted green, making a cake out of cat food and getting married through MSN... all in a same dream. I used to want to decode its meaning, but nowadays I'm just too lazy to care. But I like telling it to people, because they say that my dreams are usually more fun and wacky and Twilight Zone-ish than my real life. Pfft.
6. Me and Iza were in PEACE boutique when the radio blares out Pussycat Doll's "I Hate This part" song. The song goes, "I gotta do it! I gotta do it! I gotta do it! I gotta do it!!!" and me and Iza went "Ada duit pun nak bising..."
