let lemons be angry

Remember the cat rescued from the AVA by the Catwoman? It turns out that the Catwoman had a spy friend within the AVA who told her when they were going to catch the famous black-and-white cat of block 336. This maganimous spy friend also intervened on the AVA's side so that it could be rescued, not culled.

Anyway, the pet hotel cost $10/day, and so the cat was taken home after a couple of weeks, and put in a Malay woman's house some estates away from ours. Whether the owner or the cat was unwilling, the cat took leave and found its way back to our block. The Catwoman, as you can imagine, was in a state of high blood pressure and fear, and hid it here and there, pleading tuition students to collaborate.

Then we remembered Sharon, recently cat-less and a relentless cat-lover. We took the life-lucky cat home to be freshened up, and then sent him off with her. The beginning of another love story!

Fiver peered at the new cat through the glass door, and kept looking at my mother for assurance that this wasn't a threatening situation. He lost his appetite and walked in two directions at the same time.

ET sniffed the cat scent on my fingers and pretended to be bored. But at night her first-cat insecurities acted up and she asked for water and changed her mind, asked for food and changed her mind, and proceeded to chew up a bag and gag on the plastic. I chased her around and she made whimpering hurt noises, before dashing head-first into a plastic bag. This morning she knocked down one of my Sylvanian babies and whined to make her point. I carried her and then she closed her eyes and purred.