Runaway little girl.. =)

ok. I know we haven't exactly been updating regularly. (sorry!) But that doesn't mean both the cat and the dog have been doing nothing but moping around. (really.) Here's some documentary proof!

Exhibit A: Sophie passing obedience class.

Exhibit B: Sophie at yet-another-dog run.

This time i think it's the Royal Canin dog run - Of tails and trails. This is also where sophie completely embarrassed herself and proved herself to be a complete sucker for treats. Where most dogs succeeded, my little girl failed. and failed in an extremely funny way she did.

Straight after the last shot, sophie gobbled up the 'treat' and lost the 'endurance challenge'. -.-

Exhibit C: Trip to Botanical Gardens, Singapore

Our little boy turns one!

It was Edward's first birthday on the 5 July 2010!

Mummy and daddy celebrated his birthday with his grandda and grandma.

He looks so boyish here, doesn't he?

Nowadays, he's taken to sleeping on my leg. =)

The black one is his latest toy. I think it looks like some creature from the super mario game.

Tale of the two cats

Having two cats at home is rather entertaining. At any point of time, one of them might just slowly strut into your room, looking like it is doing a routine inspection, before strutting out again. Edward just did that as I was typing this. Then on his heels, you can see New new stalking him, ready to pounce on him as he is going through his rounds.


Cats like to be stealthy, and they like to hide. So sometimes it is hard to know exactly where the cats are. Fortunately, it is easier to find two cats instead of just one cat. Whenever I am looking for them, I would just stroll out of my room, and find Ed sitting innocently looking straight at me. That's a clear sign that New new is behind him somewhere, attempting to do something naughty. I have no idea whether Ed is trying to act like the big brother, standing out in the open as a lookout, and putting on the "huh? Nothing is happening here. Move along, move along" face; or he is acting like the tattletale, "I have absolutely nothing to do with whatever she is doing, if she is doing anything at all. See? I am innocent."

I suspect it's the latter. Ed is not very gentlemanly at all. I just dropped some kibbles on the floor for them, and Ed hissed at New new for nosing at the kibbles. It's not even a special treat: they have an unlimited supply of that particular kibbles in their food bowl all the time. New new just ignored him, and walked to Ed's food bowl and ate half of his bowl of kibbles there, while Ed polishes off the three tiny pieces of kibbles I dropped on the floor.

My dog

I also have a dog. She doesn't live with me and my cat though; she lives with my girlfriend instead.

Sophie, the dog (or actually, the bitch), loves me. She makes this very clear from the way she hyperventilates while wagging her tail furiously every time I drop by. She also barks at me, jumps on me (and my nuts), bites my hand when I stroke her, and tries to rip my skin off with her nails when I am doing absolutely nothing to her. She also does the occasional lunging for my throat when I'm cutting her nails. But she loves me. I think.

She also loves my socks. If you can't find her around the house, then you can bet a leg that she's under the bed chewing on my socks. Many a times I had to go home wearing a saliva-soaked sock.

One of her favorite hobbies is eating poop. That's why it is giving me pause to note that another of her favorite past-time is licking our hands. The second-worst possible scenario is hearing Mel's parents shout from the living room, "Aiyoh, she just ate poop again!" when she is licking your hand. The worst scenario would be hearing that when she's licking your face. I think I should be thankful that I've only ever encountered the second-worst scenario before.

Sophie has a nice English name--rather befitting of a dog that belongs to two Philosophy majors. Mel gave it to her. She also has a Chinese name, which I gave her--Er Wei. I think it sounds very sophisticated, and gentle and everything nice. And since her surname is Goh, taking Mel's surname, we use her full name very frequently. Especially when she is trying to clamber onto us, or trying to burrow herself into our armpits.

Practicing to be a rug.

Cats

I have two cats in my home, one black one white. The white one belongs to me, while the black one doesn’t. The black one, called New New, belongs to my dad. And it is peeing in my cat’s litter tray, instead of her own, as I am typing this.

The reason why New New belongs to my dad is because he was the one who picked her up from the streets, even after much protests from the family and Edward, which is my white cat. My dad insisted, and he insisted he wants a cat to himself, so now New new is here to stay. My way to deal with the problem is to be absolutely clear that I would not clean up after his cat, and let him know that rearing a cat is not a simple walk in the park. New new peeing in my cat’s litter tray threw a wrench in my perfect plan.

I have no idea why, but animals seem to like me–maybe because of some scent I have, or maybe I’m just very good at playing with them. The black cat spends almost all her time in my room when I’m home. This is not without its benefits. My white boy, the rebellious teenager, spends almost all his time keeping an eye on her. New new being in my room means that he is spending more time in his room (which is my room) too.

New new is still in the kitten phase–which means she is very playful, and she doesn’t mind human contact. Edward is long past the stage, and he is unusually fastidious, even for a cat. He would endure you stroking him for all of 5 seconds, then he would grumble very loudly and stalk off. He wasn’t like that when he was still a baby.

I think I am experiencing fatherhood way before I have kids.

defeat the puppet!

Up for adoption

We found New-new in a drain. She's a fully black kitten, only 2 months old, litter trained, and doesn't meow much. Very playful, but good temperament. If you are interested in adopting her, please leave a message.

Happy CNY!

Greetings from our first-born.


mel's little pixie...




Happy Chinese New Year to everyone out there!

Some updates on the boy

He likes wearing a wig sometimes...


and he's somewhat related to the Flash...



as well as the roasted chicken...


He can be a model...


and he wears nice (albeit gayish) clothes.

Sophie at the RustiRun 2010!

Sophie and I at East Coast Park!

Tired family after the run...

Sophie and her grandpa...

i just thought this picture was nice. =p

Us scrutinizing the booths. There were quite a number there..

... and finally! a photo of us racing towards the finishing line! =)

We finished 8th and 9th place respectively (clement 8th, mel 9th) for the 1km category. (i know, i know, it's only 1km right). But we're still proud. =) Sophie proved to be a real runner! and a cooperative one at that.

Actor-cat

"Yessir! If you are looking for the best actor-cat, you have come to the right person... cat!"



"I believe I can fly."



"I can star in vampire shows."



"I can sing too. '月亮代表我的心。'"



"Hmm... what's that smell?"

the last days of 2009