Let me count the ways...

How useful is a maomao? Let me count the ways...

as a foot stool

as a comfy leg rest

when you need a seat warmer

efficient rat catcher (the toy types only)

help prop your table up

repairs your washing machine

a funky dead cat display which will brighten up most rooms

I gotta get me one of them maomaos!

Action Movie Star

For the past week, almost everyday has been action packed. A new stunt rehearsed, a twist reinvented, a meow extended with varying pitch and tone, a previously undiscovered corner that wasn't lived in till now. Jackie Chan would wanna consider hiring the maoster as kungfu consultant. The maoster has little regard for Jackie's predictable and overused stunts. Then again, he's a cat. He has little regard for humans, whatever kind you may be.

My nugget sized house doesn't seem to have many unchartered territories left. But I'm sure the maoster isn't an action movie star for nothing. He's easily amused by the littlest of things - string, shower curtain, paper bags. All the mundane stuff we humans take for granted.

On your knees, slave!

having a friendly picture taken with the lion(king)

the maoster shows off a few new moves to the king

the king can wipe that smirk off his face now...

stalking the washing machine...

(note: he was thinking aloud namely about the loud red shirt in tumble wash mode)

I think I'm gonna run along to bite some string now.

maomao van gogh

I LOVE art. I believe maomao takes after me.

Its nice to see how he works his nifty little sissy pink nose round and round the food bowl to catch the biscuits. Sometimes, he even sticks his paw into the bowl to push the biscuits out when he is claustraphobic from sticking his head in. Clever.

The hubby and I were in Phuket for a short while some weeks ago and we bought maomao new bowls. We didn't know maomao had more than one use for them.

the maoster at work

Ta-Dah!

(why the blog doesn't allow side by side pictures, i fail to comprehend.)

maomao's friend - found and lost

Today, I still tease maomao about being a sissy cat. Him and his soft creaky voice, gentle nature, the fact that he's neutered (and lost his manhood under no coincidental circumstance) and the fact that he's wearing a sissy pink collar. Oh yes! WE bought him that sissy pink collar! *chuckle chuckle*

maomao was nearly named Sophie, Princess FiFi, Princess among many other candy coated diabetic causing names when we thought HE was a SHE. Well, you couldn't really blame us cos hey, he was such a prissy little thing, anybody would've thought he was female! I was still rather unsure when he whipped out his little boy-toy to clean it one night when I was watching him groom. Funny thing is, he only shows 'it' to me and not the hubby. So I have no real proof when I hollered he was male. It's a case of Big Bird and his imaginary Snuffleupagus (I can't spell it) friend.

It took us a trip to the vet for his vaccination to confirm that maomao is indeed male. "Look, Ma! No balls!"

Now you know why he proudly dorns the sissy pink collar. We did go a little out of our way to get him a matching sissy pink rat toy, which was not surprisingly, a toy he liked quite a bit! It was the first official maomao toy since he didn't really play much with the rest of the stuff we gave him.

By the 1st hour, the sissy rat's eye and tail popped off. By the 2nd day, it was in the toilet bowl. We picked it up, washed it and maomao was off again! By the 3rd day, sissy rat had taken 2 dives into the toilet bowl again. We washed and dried it and maomao was happy again. But by the 4th day ( yes, it was in the toilet bowl yet again) we decided to pull the plug on sissy rat. This time, sissy rat took a dive down the tunnel of no return - the trash.

Tomorrow, I shall be showing just how talented maomao is.

maomao and sissy rat showing us how they had the same outlook on life.

*The entry today is dedicated to sissy rat which has overcome many adversities including being blind in 1 eye, losing its tail and diving into the loo just to make maomao skip a little.*

We Had Too Much Time

Some while ago, we bought a packet of cat biscuits off the shelf of a pet show. It was cheap. Ok, I was cheap. It was meant for maomao (before we brought him home) and the other strays downstairs. When we finally brought maomao home for good, we decided to invest in better quality Science Diet. We use to give Mr Fish Science Diet but he didn't fancy it much, we assumed, for the lack of taste. He always preferred the saltier kinds. It was obvious when he picked off all the salty ones with his nose in the bowl (nudging and pushing the bits) leaving the SD behind. He was a cheapo. Nothing I can do about it!

maomao is alright with anything we give him. He probably can't even tell the difference between cheap biscuits and SD but what the heck. We're giving him the best and that's that. Before I could dump the packet of cheap biscuits, my unusually enthusiastic hubby had them both mixed in a container! GASP! Sorting out 2 kilograms of cat biscuits wasn't at all easy. To make matters worse, they were of the same colour and size! AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!

Even Mr Sheik there wasn't too pleased.

Enough said.

~Proudly Presenting~

Don't be misguided by its name. My last pet, Mr Fish, was not a fish. Many moons ago, we brought Mr Fish to the vet and when his name was called, the vet's assistant blurted, "Oh! He's not a fish!" Yes, doh. Mr Fish was our cat. A male siamese sealpoint mix. A stray which I had brought home when he was a mere tot, all of 2 months old.

This time, we were keeping it simple. maomao. How much more misunderstanding can arise from the obvious name? Unless you choose to interpret maomao as being hairy, of course. maomao is the latest addition to our new home. Our baby. Our cat. He's a stray which has been neutered and loitering below our block for awhile now. We were taken by his gentleness and affection, something that Mr Fish was lacking sorely. But we shouldn't compare now, should we? Notice maomao's name is not capitalised. He's just not like that. He is just the cutest thing. A gentle, mild tempered stray whose breed is simply recorded as "domestic shorthair".
As my sister sums it nicely, "A dog trapped in a cat's body". =)

maomao's first mugshot

maomao posing for a picture

The train of thought which never quite left the station...

I think I am entitled to say this, "Finally". I have my own blogsite.

Its a feeble attempt to help myself keep up with the times, being the technophobe that I am. I don't know why, but everything electronic that I touch, seems to die on me the instant I touch it. Well, we'll see. If you can read this blog, it means the computer was still alive when I was last working on it.

I've always wanted to publish a book of poems or something using the title of this entry:
"The train of thought which never quite left the station". It aptly describes what kind of person I am. So random, so slow. I have a day job, so I don't expect myself to be updating this blog everyday. If I am, then my boss would have to fire me. But as I have already made a disclaimer in the earlier sentence, I am slow. So.

What spurred me to sign up for this blog is my latest fascination, pride and joy: maomao. The only sad thing you'll ever know is that my hubby and I have not been able to fashion a name for him. Thing is, he responds to maomao so I guess that's all that matters isn't it?