With the lovely Simba.
Category Archives: Pets
Penang 2016: The House at Armenian Street
One of the main highlights of the trip was having mum reconnect with her childhood and relatives again. Seeing her at the house she grew up in was definitely nostalgic, even for us.
One of those things and places that have changed, yet will never change.
Inside the house:
And we were also treated to a couple in search of nostalgia for their wedding shots.
Bruno
Bruno was found as a stray, with a serious head wound, infested with maggots. He was brought to the friend’s clinic, had extensive surgery performed on him, and by some twist of fate, survived.
But…
“I wonder who Bruno is”, said the friend who adopted him and who also happened to be the vet who saved his life. “What did he do to have such a sad life.”
Because even though his wound has healed more than a year ago, he is still withdrawn, easily shaken and not easily trusting of people. Basically the opposite of healthy dog behavior. He lies in a corner of the room for most of the day and doesn’t budge when the leash is put on him to go for walks. He doesn’t walk around the house when people are around, only at night when everyone has slept. When I looked at him… I only felt, and saw, Sadness.
I’m sure more positive thoughts/prayers will definitely help Bruno. Thanks in advance, kind reader 🙂
“We Call Her Fatty”
“This is our floor cat”, the friend said to me, as we walked along the corridor to her flat and bumped into this little one. “We call her Fatty.”
Don’t ask me why.
Friends // Cats
Settling into a life with a full time job again has been … interesting. There have been days when everything feels just right, when I think maybe I could do this for a longer time after all. Then there are the reminders that there are alternate Lives I want to lead, and I wish I could quit straightaway.
Throughout all these ups and downs, I feel fortunate to have friends who know me, give me space, listen to me, and have cats. Especially the fat affectionate nice furry ones!
CafeHopping in Sydney III: Cafe Organism
Just doing what we do best. Enjoying the warm drinks, space, and silence. Oh and laughing at random grumpy cats in sling bags on the streets.
And that was day 3 🙂
Over the Mountains and Under the Sea I
Weekend with the Aussie friend a few weeks back.
Spent the night at hers at Manly, and we set off in the morning, taking a ferry from Manly Wharf to Circular Quay.
Pre-concert cuppa. The concert being the free Rising Stars concert at the conservatorium.
Semi-lunch.
The ferry ride back to Manly, where we encountered very entertaining tourists taking videos and pictures… of themselves.
Random cat at Manly wharf.
“Is this your cat?” We asked the girl at the pushcart.
“No, someone just left it here while they went to do their shopping and asked me to look after it for awhile.” The salesgirl replied, gesturing to the supermarket behind us.
Why anyone would bring their cat out, on a leash, and leave it at a pushcart with a stranger while they went to do their shopping… Is just beyond comprehension. We had a good perplexing laugh about that.
Part 2 soon 🙂
The Guest Cat
Descriptively and poetically written. I thought the novel beautifully captures the essence of the relationship between Chibi and her humans, and humans and cats in general.
“Little by little, through the crack in the partially opened window, her tendency to visit subtly developed; her appearances were repeated until, as if a silken opening in a fabric had been continuously moistened and stretched, Chibi had entered our lives.”
And as some of us would know, once a cat has entered your life, things aren’t ever the same 🙂
Books Actually
One of the places that always make me feel at home.
Echo Point Park
Not to be confused with the other Echo Point – this is really just a park. Thanks to the weekend hosts who thought I might like a morning out in the sun with nature!
After walking along the trail, we then settled somewhere for an indian-style picnic.
“This is my first picnic, you know.”
“You mean, since you came here?”
“No, it’s my first picnic ever.”
The look of utter surprise on her face was amusing, but at the same time sad. It highlights how different the lifestyles in 2 countries can be. After a week of rushing around, it is possible to be so tired that you don’t even have the energy to plan outings like these to relax. Why do we work so hard?
Another story to digress – This is Sally, she was found by her current owner abandoned outside the Salvation Army, with mites and scabs all over. I wanted to cry listening to her story. Am so happy she has found a good home, with 2 other pugs to enjoy the sun and grass with.
Taking time to soak in the spring sun, walk along nature’s trails, listen to the call of the birds, talking to friendly strangers to learn their stories – ingredients for a wonderful morning. Again I can’t help but wonder – why do we work so hard, rush so much, live so little?
Along Life's Path 