Kitty’s appetite

The weather’s been crazy, scorchy hot one moment and raining buckets in the randomest of hours – a nice long stretch of coolness which wrapped us last night as we drove back from Holland Village, a coolness that even made the lil one curl up into a piece of cute-ass furball.

I can’t imagine that there was a time when I hated cats.

These past few days, though, he’s been experimenting with different diets of the human kind.

Just a few minutes ago, ery called me into the kitchen sniggering, “Dear, I think he just had a piece of the Vietnamese spring roll you made.” and I entered and was greeted by the sight of a springroll on the floor, its ends gone, my floor awkwardly oily.

I think if I look close enough, there could still be vermicelli bits hanging out on the kitty’s whiskers.

And not too long ago, a plate of half eaten spaghetti bolognaise left on the dining room table was wiped clean when I returned to it.

When I saw the empty plate, and called out Vanshe! you shoulda seen the hundred miles per hour sprint it made to the “unreachable” part of the house.

Lemon chickens left in the oven weren’t spared either, which I still to this day, can’t figure out how he could have  opened the oven, grabbed a wing with his mouth and all without the conventional help of human hands. He must have efficient paws.

Adding to his diet list, the naughty little thing has even been caught red-handed eating dirty socks, unwashed feet, my nose, orchids, lilies and even drinking out of my bowl of water which was used for burning floating candles – as if it was his own scented water bowl.

Cat people, is this normal??!!