Boy Blogs: Banished to the Cat Room

It wasn't my fault. Those contractors stressed me out, traipsing all over my poo area with their funny smelling boots and making such a ruckus, not to add the dust. I had to show them... poo on the tiles and make my stance.

Unfortunately Dad wasn't amused.

Now that Mom is pregnant with FiveCatsKid2, she can't change the poo pans nor pick up after us, the messes (yeah yeah, so I remarked the spot a few times) were left for tired old Dad to clean up.

But hey, a cat's gotta protect his space or there'll be none left.

Anyway, Dad got so mad that he put me in the cat room with the rest of the other cats. Now that I am bigger than all of them (not having to share food for some time now), no one bugged me and I even claimed the nice rug as my own.

Tux was mad and howled for a while but I just ignored him. Now that Tux and Sam's relationship seems to be over and they seem to be more rivals than friends, they no longer stalk me, which is good. :D

Mom looks at me plaintively sometimes when she comes to feed us, pets me some, but hey, now I'm king of the hill. It is not so bad. :) One day she'll miss me so much she'll beg Dad to let me back into the rest of the house. I know she will. :p

Aunty Carol's Good Deed for the Day

Mom came back with this interesting story to tell us. She'd taken the Kid out for lunch with Aunty Carol and her human boys this afternoon after feeding us a scrumptious lunch of course.

Aunty Carol had been in Hong Kong and while dining in a restaurant, saw a spiky shelled turtle in a tank. She couldn't bear that it might be cooked and promptly negotiated to buy it from the restaurant.

The restaurant was reluctant to let it go but agreed to sell it to her at market price, which turned out to be S$600 (around US$400)! But she figured turtles live a long time and the critter was probably only 20 so she'd be giving it another 80 years at least.

The lovely Aunty then took a cab with turtle in plastic bag (lousy restaurant didn't even have a box to give her) to the nearest shore and met a diver there who told her that this was a fresh water turtle!

Relieved Aunty told the nice cab driver to take her to the nearest fresh water body, which happened to be some sort of reservoir with fish in them, and she released the grateful turtle there.

Although it cost her most of her arm and two legs, Aunty Carol was happy that she gave the turtle a new lease of life. Now that is what we cats call, a hero.