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Monday, December 08, 2003
Quite an eventful day , really. But of course i'm not going to go into detail ! The first part of the day was spent doing yaddah yaddah yaddah .. Thats when it gets exciting. Not so exciting for you maybe , if you lead a life thats spent dodging whizzing bullets or executing some fancy footwork while running away from your assailants. Anyway , before i get into my "exciting" day , i wanna comment that of late i've been quite interested in cats , which explains why the resident stray cat under my block has been looking so bothered recently.

I've always fostered a love for both animals and insects ( pests included ) alike , but cats are a different matter altogether , having been influenced by my neighbour cum best friend back in my primary school days as she harboured a deep fear of cats and our daily trips to the supermarket nearby was always a thrilling one as far as i can remember , for we would always be keeping our eyes peeled for prowling cats and being the lighted-footed nubile young girls we were , would break into a record-breaking sprint whenever a stray cat is spotted within 10 metres of our vicinity. And i tell u from experience , dear readers , that pregnant cats are the most vicious. How to spot a pregnant cat ? Its a tricky task but nevertheless a vital skill to possess should you not want to be at the receiving end of a cat's paw studded with menacing sharp claws. To spot a pregnant cat , bear in mind that you should always look at their tummy. If its bigger than average and has a row of nipples protuding out , then jackpot ! Back to my experience.

I was out with my anti-cats neighbour to the supermarket as usual to buy titbits and we noticed there was this cat following us so instinctively we turned into sonic the hedgehogs and ran for our lifes. Apparently this action agitated the pregnant cat and she gave chase . It must have been a lovely sight , to see a cat running after two pre-pubescent girls. We finally stopped in the shelter of the supermarket and since then i've always been a "felinephobic" person.

after leaving primary school did i then realise that my fear was a silly one after all , and i started to embrace cats , fur,ticks and all. OK snap back to reality. I was walking on a pavement along Beach road just now with Terry when i noticed that a cat was behaving suspiciously around a red plastic bucket in front of a hawker centre. I peered into the bucket to see what had aroused the cat's interest and it was nothing more than mucky water that's probably stagnant and teeming with micro-organisms and stuff.

Either the cat must have been really thirsty or it associated water with fishes because the next thing i knew , the cat suddenly stood up upon its hind legs and its head lowered into the bucket. I was aghast and shocked as the water was not fit for consumption even for a cat so without thinking i lurched forward and grabbed by it by its tail , but it was adamant about leaving it so it stuck out its claws and made a firm grip on the bucket , making a hissing sound. I was not goin to let this cat make a second attempt at drinking the water so this time i grabbed it from its abdomen and it worked for the bucket toppled over with its murky contents and the next few seconds were a whirl of movements for the silly feline started pawing at my shirt and i was stupid enough not to release it for i was unable to comphrehend what was happening so Terry made a grab for the cat and unfortunately he got badly scratched by the ungrateful cat and we could only watch as it scurried down the road. I turned to look at him and there were 3 angry looking trails of blood down his arms and i was mortified and guilty for letting it happen to him.

Of course i didn't want to risk him gettin infected with tetanus , what with the dirty claws and all so i quickly found a public tap at the hawker centre and started running water down the fresh wounds that thankfully wasn't deep , just superficial scratch wounds but still it was all my fault for being "heroic" and i started crying ( ya sue me , i'm a crybaby ! ) and apologising profusely while i started walking in circles in my state of confusion while terry was insisting that it was not my fault but it didn't help alleviate my guilty and we quickly crossed over to golden mile ( that thai area ) where i quickly bought a small bottle of antiseptic ( dettol lar ) and applied it with tissue on the scratches that was starting to swell at an alarming rate and i was still cryin but i was laughin at the same time because he made stupid yelping noises while i applied the antiseptic on it and making lewd comments about my new flash imp t-shirt that has a nice tear across the most strategic spot.

After the antiseptic the wounds subsided significantly but at the deepest areas of the laceration ( the middle ) , blood still oozed out a little and i became his little nurse , dabbing at the blood every 20 min. LOL. Yes , a cat's claws are really THAT sharp. You have been warned. For the rest of the day he was really enjoying himself , that ass , for he took advantage of my guilt-stricken self and for once i was submissive and i did not argue with him even when he was popping out lame quips that i used to retaliate with gusto. Ha , till the next time! But i'm really touched by what he did for me ... thanks , if you're reading dis now alrite ? Nah , not gonna go into mushy mode !! Wow , what a long entry today !!
posted @ 11:40 PM