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2007-07-29T22:26:00.000+08:00

I LIVE!!!

Happy Birthday maomao! =D

2007-02-15T23:15:00.000+08:00

It's maomao's birthday today! Technically, it was the day we brought maomao home but who's to know? His real birthday just might be today!

Birthday Boy

We've been really bad people. We haven't updated the blog for a loooooonnnnggggg time. Lazy ass maomao just refuses to learn how to type properly. If he'd been a little more dilligent, he'd be doing the blog by his own self without my supervision or help. Tsk. I think qwerty is just about the only word he knows now.

Anyhoos, we celebrated his birthday in a simple fashion. No balloons, Bobo the clown nor a meaningless buffet spread. We made him a simple party hat complete with tassles and he had an ice-cream cum yoghurt cake! He loves ice-cream and yoghurt.

maomao loves his cake!

Before & After

When the photos came out, we realised that everything in it or on him was pink. It was purely coincidental, we swear! But he did eat up most of the strawberry yoghurt (which happens to be pink) rather than the vanilla ice-cream. =O

Oh well, who cares if he's got a preferance for pink stuff. We love him anyway! *squishy the maomao*

Family Portrait =P

Happy Feet.

2006-11-16T21:28:00.000+08:00

Guess who?

Chillin'. Just chillin'

The Crazy Resemblance.

2006-11-11T23:44:00.000+08:00

No wonder maomao spends so much time on the couch. He wants to be with Ernie. Aww... Still don't see why?

Tissue Box

2006-11-04T17:23:00.000+08:00

Let me introduce you to a new cat term. I call it the tissue box. Well, cos it looks like one! Just imagine pulling out your tissue paper from behind his back. I photographed my dog once with a tissue paper (like it was being pulled out) on her back. It was adorable. But of course, my subject remained still long enough for me to capture the shot.

I think most(?) animals pose like this once in awhile and I absolutely love it. They keep their front paws beneath their body, nicely tucked under. Looks like some compacted furry stuffed toy which I've conveniently named tissue box.

Here are 2 photos of maomao doing the tissue box for lack of better vocabulary and descriptive ability.

Tissue in the kitchen

Tissue on the couch
I LURVE TISSUE ANIMALS!!! teeheehee

Fancy Pants. ^^

2006-10-16T15:29:00.000+08:00

Every afternoon, I come home to a cat who sleeps on the sofa, limbs outstretched. We're beginning to wonder if he is feline or marsupial. He can pass off as a kangaroo any day in that position. The big feet and saggy stomach are suspicious. Maybe he'll do just that for Halloween!

In the meantime, below are some considerations for Halloween costumes. Maomao superstar must be ready for all occasions!

Costume A: Al Capone

Costume B: Cleopatra Queen of the Nile

type type type (typing sound)

2006-09-14T16:20:00.000+08:00

I can assure you mao folks that maomao is still updating his blog. It's just that he's been a tad busy lately. He sends you his love, kisses, sandpaper licks and some fur.

*muaaaahhhhhkkkss!!!*

Happy Birthday, Singapore!

2006-08-09T20:47:00.000+08:00

maomao wishes Singapore a happy 41st birthday

and many more good years to come!

(He wishes that only because his food and treats depended on
his owner's continued bonuses.)

No, no. The maoster is really patriotic.
Look, he's even wearing the flag and his camouflage cap!

errrrr...

errrrrrrrr......... ok, maomao might not have been a citizen.

Happy Holidays, people! =)

maomao in YouTube fame.

2006-08-09T01:03:00.000+08:00

maomao's claim to fame in YouTube!

This video is dedicated to the many skeptical maomao-ians who didn't believe he is rather tame. Or that he could actually stay still.

He loves his daddy. He loves his daily tickles or he'll ask you presistently (in meows) for one. He loves spreading eagle for the camera too. *shudder*

Be sure to pay attention to his almost orgasmic expression when tickled.
ha...ha...ha...

*Pardon the weird elongated video. I'm not very tech-savvy, savvy?

Fondly Remembered...

2006-07-31T21:05:00.000+08:00

Dear all,

Some of you might remember this creature - cream coloured, sealpoint, big blue eyes, small crooked teeth, black face and a nasty temper.

He loved to swipe and bite and not let go even when you're screaming in pain. He's the master of the house, ruler of the humans. He's trained my mom so well to wake up for feeds in the morning. It's futile to resist because he'd jump on your belly and walk all over it. He's not afraid of being spanked and doesn't mind his tail being pulled. He's notorious for hogging the bed (lying horizontally across so you don't get any turning space) gnawing my sister's legs and made his throne on my dad's really expensive chair.

Mr Fish was dearly loved. And now, sorely missed...

Mr Fish when he was a tiny baby. He could literally fit in the palm of your hand.

Where's the fish??

Siamese are supposed to be a tad cross-eyed?
I'm not sure but I was told.
Fish did seem a little cross-eyed at times. @_@

He looked a wee bit grumpy in this one. Loved his eyes.

This was one of those rare occasions when we actually caught Fish sitting properly so that a decent photo could be taken.

I could go on... Another time, perhaps. Plenty of Fish anecdotes to go around.

Catnap

2006-07-28T15:50:00.000+08:00

What I haven't managed to capture so far is the maoster doing a funny stunt while asleep. Mr Fish use to do it A LOT. Cat owners will know what I mean when I say that cats really have a variety of sleeping poses. Us humans are boring. We are either foetal, side, back or front. A cat can do that and a thousand more! Except maybe levitate. Maybe they've mastered the art because they sleep like 16-18 hours a day. And they don't wake up feeling groggy and falling over things. Talk about power naps. I am envious!

Watch the mao sleep.

On the couch, hugging the cushion...

On a box...

At the scratching post...

In the day...

And at night...

ZZzzZZZzzZZzZZzZZzzzZZzzZzzZZzZzZzZzzzZZz..... Sweet dreams, people. ;)

Blow Me! =O

2006-07-14T22:45:00.000+08:00

Oh my goodness, what's wrong with me?? This is a family website. Pardon the title, no pun intended. Seriously, do I care? Nah. I bet the maoster doesn't either. He's illiterate for crying out loud! >=] He should be glad that some human is even writing about him!

Anyhoos. I wish I had more time. More time to sleep, eat a bucketful of ice-cream while watching tv, stalk people's blogs, shop & chat online and to update this friggin blog! I think I spent my time rather wisely in other aspects... like learning how to make balloon animals and in so doing, overcoming my fear of balloons! Woohoo! I will never forget my first poodle... I'm displeased with the fact that they have all sorts of dogs in instructional books but NONE of cats! Do balloon makers/sculpters not love cats??

I was trying to make a bee but I think this looked nothing like what was in the instructional book. It's far better! Who wants a lame bee when you can have a springy-hat-thingy! However, if you stare hard enough and long enough, you might just see the bee POP! Just like 3D pictures!

I tried showing the 3D 'bee' to maomao but I don't think he appreciates 3D art.

I am thinking that's how the balloon 'bee' must've looked like to the maoster.

I didn't succeed in sculpting a bee. But I did make a maomao quite scared.

Yamato Murdered!

2006-06-11T23:37:00.000+08:00

Much to the dismay of our maoster, Yamato-san has been murdered. In cold water (blood).

He's now lost his chance to prove himself more worthy than the shrimp master.

4 suspects have been detained for interrogation. Their names have been withheld until court is in session. But we know that they are guppies. Guppy 1, Guppy 2, Guppy 3 & Guppy 4.

May the sensei rest in peace. At least until the others start to nibble his carcass in between feeds.

maomao "jagar" part II

2006-06-11T00:19:00.000+08:00

Yes, like all good movies, there must be a sequel right?

We received enquiries about yesterday's blog. And the answer is: No, the maoster does not do housecalls. He suggests you call your own machine repair man when your washer goes nutters. He wonders which cheapskate asked that question. XD

Today, we feature maomao doing what he likes doing best apart from eating, shitting and sleeping. He jagars this place with all the tenacity an ex-stray-tabby-neutered-now obnoxiously fat-feline would. It's his place of worship. His turf. His hood. Sometimes, the hubby and I even feel terribly guilty about invading his space!

If eyes could kill...

This... this IS maomao's turf. (complete with primitive bowl, rubber hose, cheap air freshener and all-time classic white loo roll)

Checking for signs of forced entry.

Perhaps checking if our dietary habits met with his approval.

This is the ground he worships. The air he breathes. The water I hope he doesn't drink from. The majestic looking toilet - all of 30 years old. The hubby's cousin once commented, "Vintage toilet!" The euphemism is great. It is vintage... complete with 30 years worth of vintage grime and scum. Maybe I am ignorant. I don't understand vintage like the maoster. He wants vintage so much, he almost gives you the dirty look when you are pooping in there! Believe you me, I would use another toilet, IF I had another one to go to in the first place! ack!

Come 22nd June, this vintage loo would become permanently vintage. (renovation begins! yipeeeee!) I hope the maoster takes it well. Meanwhile, I will not come between him and his turf unless I really have to. *tummy rumble*

maomao the "jagar".

2006-06-09T14:48:00.000+08:00

"jagar" - I am completely clueless as to where this term originated. It means "to guard/protect".

I have brought home a jagar cat because the maoster loves to jagar many things. Sometimes more than one object/place/human more than once a day. He is a real productive worker I must say. How many of us can actually multi-task like that! He's a genius! *chortle*

Remember the last time my washing machine met with the maoster's disapproval? To fill you in, he has been doing routine checks on my washing machine. The poor thing doesn't get paid but I guess it must be because he takes pride in his work. I know my machine is running in tip top condition - thanks to the maoster!

A typical routine check goes like this...

Usually, the maoster will alert me if the machine is due for checking.

the maomao will tap the machine in attempt to communicate with it.

He begins his inspection.

Hmmm... everything looks ok.

"Helloooo...... Anybody in there???"

"Phooooooey! 'Ma'am, your clothes stink!"

Though the hazards of the job are clear, the maoster still goes about his work ever so diligently. Makes me want to squeeze him more! In a loving way, but of course!

p/s: A note to the Terrified Mr Mao, the Japanese guppy gang have not yet infiltrated the daily dos of the maoster. He is alive and well. He has kungfu. We await the challenge of Yamato-san. *bow*

Acquired Taste

2006-05-28T23:06:00.000+08:00

When have we not heard people say, "This is an acquired taste, my friend."

Bleah.

To me, it just means a few things:

1. I am (acting) classy and/or adventurous.
2. Their taste buds were recently revived OR deceased
due to hormonal changes.
3. How much did he/she acquire it for? (I hope it came cheap.)
4. The food is mine. Go away.

You decide which one the maoster falls under. But I have reasons to believe it is number 4. He's into dairy products these days. Yoghurt, yakult and ice-cream - Rum & Raisin, no less. The maoster forsakes his Science Diet and salmon treats for dairy stuff. I'm bewildered. I thought cats were lactose intolerant? I consulted "the others" and they too agreed that their feline friends have an unusual soft spot for dairy as well!

Ok, if their cats are still bouncing around at age 15, having eaten dairy for many years, I guess it should be A-Okay! At least osteoperosis will be the least of his concerns. Ha. Ha. Ha.

maomao enjoying his natural low fat yoghurt

Well, I did say he enjoyed it, right?

But I can't say much about his manners, though...

Case in point: He doesn't want to share.

Glam Cam

2006-05-27T22:52:00.000+08:00

A thousand million apologies for not updating the blog.

It's been what, a whole month?? What draught! What calamity! What laziness actually. *snicker* To make up for that, the lame cat owner has decided to post some pretty glamourous pictures of her beloved maoSTAR. Ha! I am so proud. He should be the mascot of the Night Safari!

maoSTAR in filmnoir

intense colour

Please keep your comments coming! I love that you love watching this page. More updates from the owner's desk tomorrow! =D

wet cat

2006-04-19T14:50:00.000+08:00

The maoster's owner has taken ill lately. Debilitated by some strange ailment by the name of Bell's Palsy. What began as an ear-ache became a viral infection which attacked the nerve within my ear cavity which resulted in the loss of muscular control over the entire right side of my face. In short, I look somewhat spastic, complete with drool and a non-blinking eye.

It's an embarrassing condition. And I'm trying to prove my point.

But this is not funny. I'll leave the maoster to show you what's funny. maomao taking a bath is . I don't know if you've experienced a cat who's taken a bath. The funny bits begin only after the bath, not before. I'm considering uploading video clips of the maoster (if this website allows) to show you how he flicks his arms and legs one by one to get excess water off him. Imagine those rotary spinning thingies in your cake mixer. Yup. Perhaps I should bake after his bath.

He hates me.

Dancing With Dolphin

2006-04-16T20:38:00.000+08:00

I don't know if the maoster has been watching "So You Think You Can Dance?" secretly because recently, some intriguing behaviour was noticed and captured. Woohoo! for those of you maoster fans who have asked for more photos of him in action. Woohoo! for me because he's supposed to be a source of amusement, isn't he?

The maoster spots a potential dance partner

And the cha-cha begins

Dancing doesn't seem to be on the dolphin's agenda

So, the scaring begins

wheeeeee.....!

And when the scaring just doesn't cut it,

the maoster resorted to magic.

If a dolphin can do a nose-stand, surely it can levitate?

P/S: For the many mao-folks who have written in to ask if all these things that the maoster has been doing is bullsh*t, we'd like to clarify once and for all, that no stunt double has been hired for any purpose whatsoever. He is that talented. Ha. Besides, we have no money to pay for a double.

maomao's constant source of irritation

2006-04-14T20:02:00.000+08:00

Who is that one person with a head big enough to wear a hat like that? (Read: the person who decided to blog about her cat. Who else?!)

Ahem.

I realised its not easy to capture the maoster doing stuff when you want him to. He's not always cooperative and not always obedient. Worse, he doesn't respond to treats! Yikes! Maybe I gotta stop thinking that maomao 'IS' a dog and try to focus on treating him like a cat instead. Even the mynah which perched on my kitchen window trying to incite the maoster into doing a bungee without a cord realises that. So I should too. *purrrrrrrrr* *scratches sofa* *passing motion with the look of absolute concentration*

paparazzi shot

Lovely.

the maoster looks kinda miffed. I wonder why?

Let me count the ways...

2006-03-27T22:45:00.000+08:00

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

2006-03-24T19:54:00.000+08:00

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

2006-03-23T20:03:00.000+08:00

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

2006-03-22T21:56:00.000+08:00

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

2006-03-21T20:17:00.000+08:00

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~

2006-03-11T16:49:00.000+08:00

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...

2006-03-11T16:30:00.000+08:00

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?