Niki. who sometimes forgets to clean her eyes and nose.
she slept with me every night.
also understands “no”, “naughty”, “makan” (food/eat), “cicak” (lizard), “come here”, “good girl” and “sleep.
she’s as soft as mink.
Puteh (poo-teh. white). we also call him The Godfather.
just look at those folded hands. deep in thought.
of his next meal.
cats who dare venture near him or annoy him will get a big, fat smack across their faces.
she used to be the size of my hand (most of our picked up strays were), with a giant swollen thingy on her forehead. the vet said she’d die within the first month we got her. but look at her now.
don’t you just love tri-coloured tortoise-shell cats?
she thinks she’s a horse. she gallops like one when beckoned.
the waiter with socks.
he never grew out of infancy, always looking to suckle on our t-shirts.
he is one of a few gangsters at home.
extremely mischievous and gets into frequent fights with other cats.
because she was one of two kittens stuck in a huge ass canal in torrential rain. her foot was stuck in thick mud and she’d struggled in the water for more than an hour. till one of our neighbours climbed down the 6m wall of the canal and got her out. her sister’s Sheena.
one of 5 kittens that a kid brought to us in a box. they had been taken from their mom. wasn’t a clever thing to do, but sometimes, kids just don’t know better. we could not find their mom and took them in. i hope their mom didn’t miss them too much.
as in Tito Jackson.
he was a super friendly kitten who looked like another of our cats back then, Teddy, who has since passed on 😦 we thought he was Teddy and that he’d fallen off our 2nd floor balcony. we brought him up, then realised we brought home someone new. Tito’s a really sweet, cool cat.
he’s too cool for words.
very Garfield. enough said. he also likes to sleep on our telephone.
drowsing off. Lucky’s sister.
he’s our French cat. Mom brought him home from the French Embassy.