you talk in your sleep
you like to fart right in my face
you are suffering from an Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
you also have an Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)
you like to attack me when i am most defenceless (when i’m shitting)
everyone is laughing at how your head is too small for your fat body
you had your testicles removed, everyone calls you an ah gua but i still think you are very manly
you are damn chee koh pek, always like to open the bathroom door to peep at me while i am in a shower
you shut down my laptop by dashing across the keyboard without giving me a chance to save my assignment
your fat paw steps on the remote control, changing channels at the most crucial moment of my favourite HK drama
1 packet of your 'Science Diet' cat food ($22.90) can buy me 12.72 packets of my favourite 'Small Marie Biscuits' ($1.80)
you broke 4 of my ikea glasses, a picture frame, ma's china vase and aroma therapy pot, overturned the entire fiesta cheesecake, wiped out one whole plate of unattended fried ikan bilis, ate my favourite malteasers dark chocolate balls without my permission and dipped the same fat paw that you used to change channels into my meiji fresh milk......
i still love you.
i will miss you like crazy!!! how i wish i can take you with me to sydney and auckland :( see you again in 2006!
6 comments:
Holy Macaroni! I'm like reminded of Garfield can? Muahaha... and 'ah siao' sounds damn beng lor....
Take care in down under ah... go find RM, maybe he will improve your RM score, keke....
Like I always said, like master like pet. I'm sure you love your cat despite it all since it's a reflection of yourself. Siao!
So touching...
So touching...
i like this particular blog. haha.. though i hate cat...okie okie, the right word is "scared of"
but ah siao is still the less fearful one in the lots. i quite like him, esp after ur blog. heehhe.. ah siao ah siao, u know how much she miss u anmot..
Tell ah siao to stop destroying my stuff back home ok? Tell him if he doesn't, then he can't sleep in my room no more, and he'll get it from me next time I come back! You know how much of his non-pedigree hair I brought back with me in my luggage? When I unpacked, it was like a nightmare that wouldn't end!
And please tell him to go on a diet. Who needs an overweight, neurotic, paranoid, grumpy, crazy cat?
I know he misses me, but overeating is no way to deal with depression.
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