So I’m blogging till its midnight so I can eat for my sahur. I’m so lazy to wake up around 4-5 am and eat cause the last time my roomie woke me up, I just drank water and went back to sleep. But after class , I was too exhausted that I couldn’t think of anything besides food and food and food. I think I really need to eat something before I sleep just incase I feel hungry during the day later.

Hmm.. Anyway, my sister asked me about one of our cats: Sunkist. It got me thinking was it one of those kittens or the previous generation?? I told her about one of those kittens which used to have a butt problem. I think it’s diarrhea or something. But she showed me the other picture of Sunkist. Turned out I got mistaken the kitten for Sunkist. =|

Well,I asked my youngest sis about sunkist. Which sunkist we’re talking about. After the long hour of story telling, she told me that Sunkist was long gone. I didn’t realize it when I was back at home. Maybe I got too excited to see the kittens that I totally forgot of the other cats.

I always like cats ever since I was small. I am such a cat person. Mama didn’t let us have cats until we moved to Sg.Akar. Our first cat was MEON. Tok gave that name and it stuck to us. She wasn’t a cat person but she was comfortable with Meon. Meon was one of those spoilt cat I must say. It slept with us in the room and in the early morning mama will let him go out of the house. After Meon, we have lots of mama cats. He and Junior were the only male cats we ever have. The rest of them are usually female. Some of the male like to roam around and never come back or found dead. It’s very frustrating cause the female will keep on breeding and breeding but they won’t take care of them carefully. In the end, it will be my dad part time job to become an undertaker. The lawn will be full of kittens grave. Now, we have 14 cats. One of the kittens have died and we have an abandoned kitten. It’s like you lose some, you gain some. LOL.

Since I don’t have cats here, all the cats around the hostel I considered as mine. I like to pat them though there are some who are afraid of human. Call me crazy but I always talk to the scaredy cats not to be afraid of me. Usually those which are afraid are the ones that are so adorably cute. And that always frustrates me!!

Oh crap. I thought that I’ll blog a short post but I’ve extended my length and now it’s past midnight and I have to eat shumthing shumthing.

Ps: I don’t even know what to eat. Maybe I’ll have a glass of water … Again