| I was blissfully playing with my NTUC plastic bag at the lift lobby at the void deck of a HDB (town council) flat in Bukit Batok, west of Singapore when a tall lanky stranger grabbed me and proceded to utter alien sounds to me. I had no choice but to do the same, I meow meow meowed back to him in my soft whiny voice. Within minutes, I was rushed up the elevator and before I could say meow meow meow again, I was ceremoniously shown to the occupant of this small 3-room flat. There were squeals of delight and I was stroked and meowed at even more. I was all of 8 weeks old then, dirty, smelly and filthy, but oh so cute ..... I can't recall the day I was born .... but the tall lanky stranger, whom I shall call my Master (dat's wat he would like to believe, but he's more of my slave than anything else, but don't tell him this ... it'll hurt his ego), believes it's some auspicious day late February 2002 when I first saw the light of day. He did some calculations after reading through a whole stack of books about cats (as if they could possibly know us from books, tsk tsk tsk) |
