The story of a little cat

I'm going to tell you a little cat story today.

(For some readers whois repulsed by cats and dogs and furries, can exit this blogsite now XD)

This little cat story wasnt planned. I supposed all works of God happens in one way or another around you.

There used to lived an old woman down the streets of Yewtee. Old woman had a rather old daughter who had no job. One day a white mother cat came to their neighbourhood. The 2 kind women took pity on the white mother cat and fed her everyday when she comes around.

and a month later, she gave birth to 5 kitties. 3 are tabbycats (stripped black) and resembles the father. and 2 white ones that looks like her. Old woman and daughter were delighted at the kitties and went down to look at them more.

Old women had a jaded cynical son, who came home late everyday and grumbles about how the world is so harsh out there. almost everyday. well, the very least, as far as the writer is concerned, plenty of grumbles anyway.

So the women was telling the son how cute the kitties was. Son took a look at the living environment of the white mother and her kids.

"I hate to tell you this, I doubt all 5 will lived throughout their young phase"

and the son promptly left.

Old lady and her daughter refused to believe the crap he said, and continue their feedings and playing.

Then the thunderstorms and rain came. The shelter which the white mother and her kitties happens to be in a DRAIN. those normal ordinary covered up steel meshed drain with concrete. The water came in pouring at them through the meshed roof, and the water came in through their little furry feet.

White mother took her kids one by one via her mouth and took 'em to the covered carpark. and those kitties resides beneath some unsuspecting car and wait for the rain to stop.

Unfortunately the rain never did stop. but the car had to move.

So one of the rainy day, the cynical son came back from work and saw an upsetting sight. One little white furball was dead. Her neck twisted to one side, tongue sticking out. pretty dead to him.

He called the so-called 'mother and daughter duo' and told them what happened. and what did the old daughter says?

"aiyoh die so terrible ah? I dun wanna go see!"

Son: " but you been taking care of them wat! shouldnt you give her a decent burial or something?"

Old Daughter: " Aiyoh! Mai la! -shut the phone-

So right now, I just want to tell you readers something. its okay to take care of strays. but when your affections isnt enough to deal with the grief, jolly well leave them for dead. and I literally mean it.

Many a times, the rain came, the chivarious duo would come armed with a pail to dish out the poor kitties at the verge of drowning/ flowing elsewhere/ trauma. its probably like a full time job. and mother white only had one mouth to catch 5 frisky little furries. (ok make that four now)

Everyday the son came home from the harsh workplace, he would listen to tales of the little kitties and mother white almost everyday. it provides an avenue from the work but leaves him disturbed. There's still one more threat coming.

-People-

The neighbourhood kids had also noticed the young breedlings. you know kids, some duno how to take care of animals, some are downright cruel. you name it, you had it. the super duo again, have to be a 'jaga' for the kitties. One or 2 kids would loiter near the hole where they gathered, you be sure the super duo will be down there telling them not to touch it.

how long was this to last? not long I supposed.

So one day, all 3 kitties disappeared. completely. leaving the mother white looking quite sad actually. One little grey furball and her white mummy.

and then there is only 1.

and the cynical son finally spoke.

'this is the last miracle in this harsh harsh world. and it doesnt help that its just a cat. People like me is dying in the society, and you expect a cat to live up normally, you adopt it. '

and he softened his tone.

'and make sure she dun die.'

Fantastic duo is absorbed in their own world. Or so, he reckoned. the feeding still continues while the white mom mops over her missing kitties. and the little kitty was pampered and loved by the duo.

So today he came home and saw Old lady sitting at the porch looking quite sad, staring at the little kitty.

Son: ' whats the matter?'

Old woman: 'she fell 3 levels from the stairs and landed at the first floor. now I dun even know if she is okay, she just sits there and looking so frightened. and my daughter tells me she is alright and went to bathe!"

Son: ' you mean to say the little kitten fell from the third storey and your daughter say she is fine? IS YOUR DAUGHTER FUCKING CRAZY!??"

-Daughter emerges from the door-

Son: ' you telling your mum that this little furball is gonna be fine falling from the third floor?'

Daughter curtly replied : ' ar bo you wanna take it to the vet issit?"

-Sometimes you cant blame cynical old son wanting to kill his entire family for a reason or 2-

Son took a look at the kitty. she lookes seriously terrified. she was shivering and she had difficulty walking. probably broken a rib or 2. and she stopped meowing.

and then he spoke.

'She needs to be looked after, for a day at least. observe if she is okay. '

but fantastic duo, leaves mother white and the kitty to fend for themselves.

AT this moment of time, the writer stopped writing. sighed a deep sigh of uneasiness. and carry on writing. ..

People, loving animals. is a virtue. admirable. sometimes, our gestures can be helpful, or it can lead them straight to their graves. fate had not included a lot of people or animals in his welfare plans, only the fittest survive.

I do not know what will happen to the kittens. But i do seen what the kitties bring. smile to faces. joy to the soul. (for some) Even for a jaded cynical son, the little furball did gave him a little grin.

GOd I do hope the little furball gonna be alright when he sees it tomorrow.

-So anyway, end of tale-

Job is terrible! I happened to have a boss whois a ticking timebomb!

It happened one afternoon when I realized my petrol is sinking fast. I reckoned I turned a corner from my workplace to get it filled. So at the junction, my boss saw me turning left (to the kiosk) when I should heading straight to G.

I received a call from him. He was desperate and probably frantic.

Eric: "hey I saw you turning left! Where you going?!!"

Me: "Eric, I was going to get my petrol filled, I am losing gas."

Eric: " You bette know what you doing! No funny business okaY! (he means ppl going for coffeebreaks unessary, or label snake-eaters)

Me: "Yes, I am going to get my petrol pumped. " - I calmly replied-

Eric: " You better make sure ok! You're on probation and you better know what is best for you! (I hate this when ppl dun trust me) Rem the time you went loyang , you took 1 hr to reach there! I haben talk to you about it! Why so slow! Why your car so slow! "

Me: " That time it was RAINING CATS AND DOGS AT THE TPE! Ah heng was inside my car with me! You can ask him! (The distance from Tuas - Loyang is like west to east!) (You added in all the traffic lights and heavy rain of course you will reach there in an hr la!" )

you know the rest of the conversation, i cant rem exactly. whether its too boring or I dun wanna remmeber it. It was a troubling day for me that day.

Support at work also is minimal. Haiz... the clerks also a bit bochup. suppose to be menial paperworks also ask me to do. I doing costing already head big. Getting workdone report signed already troubling. whats with billing? Gave them a file with all the relevant documents inside and ask them to bill. they say,

"NO MR east, YOU MUST TAKE OUT THE PO, the WORKDONE AND some mambojumbo papers, use paperclip on it then you submit for billing ok'

-_-' (I dun have so much fucking time OKAY!)

Opening job files also hard. there's this lady who probably had menses whole year round. everytime i come over to open job file, she will be using her computer and looking at the job book. CAN I USE IT?

NO, I updating sorry.

fUCking fine!

I can hardly smile or laugh in there. only time I get to reply something is when big towkay walks in and ask if I can cope, I say meekly, "yeah no problem.'

and lunch. even more depressing. The ppl in my dept likes to sit in Kenn car and he will be zipping the roads with the clerks and gone for lunch. no one ask me if i wanna lunch with them. and I usually eats alone opp the road of my factory. and walks back.

SIGHZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz

Am i so ... UNFAVOURABLE?

I dun have the answer for that.

On to social life, had gone for 3 weddings in a row this month. and you can imagine how broke I am. its like paying to eat in SHANGRI-LA at THE LINE everytime I went for wedding but only get a 8 course dinner. Not that I am counting of course :P

One last wedding at the end of this month, ppl around my age is hitching pretty fastttt.

Will be on course on Friday. Another gruelling 8 hrs, well, at least I dun have to go back to G and see those... ppl.. i called.. colleagues. I really hope to be treated nicely.. and NOT LIKE AN ALIEN! grrrr

No more clubbing for quite sometime now. St James send me 2 invites for Halloween party. Only time I get some private conversation is DURING MSN. and I dun even get to see them face to face. and it been quite a while since I had a face-to-face with anybody. really.

and most of the time my face is on the pillow. and going to work the next day.

think i am degrading into a FULL TIME WORKAHOLIC. I dun freaking have time to read newspapers.

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND, Lancerians seems to have a nice outlook on my baby "N". CCK team leader, here i come! XD at least I am going in the right direction with my car club.

That is... at the very least.

So much blogging for today. till we blog again.