I am writing this entry while in front of the fan. My eyes fixed intently on the screen of my lap top, while my arms strain to remain typing despite my small table being a few inches to high to type comfortable while sitting on the chair. The sound of the fan beside my ear is interupted only by the pitchy meowing of Piggo's four little kittens that we have unofficially adpted. What else is new?

Quite a bit really, as I will get around to inform you in my annual BD entry because this family in this house (that probably oozes peculiar cat pheremones because we seen to attract a lot of strays) has gone back on their word when we said, 'Guuuuh~ 17 is ENOUGH! Just ENOUGH! There's just so many cats one person can keep before being drive completely bonkers.'

Apparently, there isn't because as you may have suspected by this line, we have adopted yet ANOTHER kitten!! @_____@ It had happened like this;

This morning, I got up at about 7.30 a.m., showered got dressed (as people should hope dearly) ate my breakfast and got ready to go to work. Then I got into the car, already 15 minutes late (as usual) when I realized I'd left my glasses in the room! In the distant, we (my mom and I) heard a cat meowing but tried hard to pay it no heed (at one point in time, we might actually discover the useful art of ignoring, but until then...) so anyway, I was already out of the driveway by then, waiting for my mom to come back. When she did, I looked over my shoulder to the deserted, termite ridden and weed infested building across the road in time to see a small kitten come running out of the bushes, rushed across the road onto the sidewalk, jumped over the drain and ran over, dropping into a purring mass of furballs at my mom's feet.

The fate of the kitten had alread been decided at that point. We just needed my father to think that he actually had a choice in keeping the kitten. He does...a bit.

So now we're stuck in a rut, wondering which name would best suit the kitten.

Maharaja: which is refers to an Indian king. As the expression Maharaja lela is refered to some who literally comes, stays and conquers.

Heika: Which is what you refer to an Emperor as in Japanese.

or,

Julius Ceasar: Because he literally came, saw and conquered.

My dad agreed so readily because (at the side of him growing soft in his good old age) is because the first cat that came, saw and conquered was Thommy (whom he loved) and Hige--among others--(whom he loves very much so to).

And thus, yet another entry in the great book of cats from the quaint little village in Malaysia.

This is Rei-chan, signing off.