Reasons why Fido is the smarter cat

1. He knows better than to leave the house because he knows the Outside World is Big and Bad.
2. He doesn’t scratch the door because that means he gets water sprayed in the face. He instead taps the door which makes it go thud thud thud thud, just as annoying.
3. He doesn’t move from his spot until he hears the kibble container open.
4. In fact, he’s improved it by not moving from his perch until Grey’s pathetic meow meow meow grows to MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOEWARRFFARFFFWOOFWOOFWOOFWOOFWRROOOOOOOOMEOW when i pick up his food bowl to fill it.
5. He will sit quietly and patiently at his bowl until the food touches it, unlike Grey who goes berserk at anyone who walks the few metres between his bowl and the tray where we keep his food. I once walked back and forth empty handed while Grey followed me frantically. Fido just watched the idiocy patiently.
6. When Grey is hungry in the morning, he just sits quietly outside our bedroom door and hopes. Fido will sit a few steps back (outside reach of the spray bottle) and meows in a measured pace until I cannot take it and get up to feed them.
7. He doesn’t try to be creative with poo poo time.
8. He comes running whenever I step out of the bedroom. He knows who loves him most.

I want: The Native American Teepee for fluffy little critters

How can any cat not love this?

From Loyal Luxe

Designers: Maud Beauchamp and Marie-Pier Guilmain

Off the Beaten Track in Pai

Since we’re massively saving money for the house and the potential renovation and the maybe wedding, we decided we won’t be going anywhere this year *sadface* However Bryan did suggest going back to Pai this December and I was happy again.

I was categorizing this blog’s posts when I realised I had prepared these pictures some time back but never got round to publishing it. Here are set 3 of a series of Pai 2009 photos. Series 1 and series 2 are linked here.

about a few kilometres off the main town of Pai you have long stretches of road peppered with coffee places such as this. Very popular with Thais, they serve simple coffee, thai music and a view of the countryside.

Tourists from Bangkok

Postman Pai.

let sleeping dogs lie. next to this huge ass tiffin.

Further east along the hillside we found yet another cafe which served sweet iced teas and warm hospitality. They had a few huts that littered the area so we parked ourselves in one of them. While Bryan read his book, I laid in the hammock and wished the holiday would never end.

Resident cat who decided to join us.

the bandit and his princess.

99 baht stories.

at night, we hung out at a reggae & blues bar. i’ve never had so much fun.

Fido tries to eat slowly

gimme huggggggssss (how can your resist this face?)

Fido is the greedier of 2 cats. He’s not only greedy for affection, constantly meowing at us for pats and hugs, he’s greedy for food. The cats usually get fed by 9 when bry’s mom feeds them in the mornings but sometimes she wakes up late and Fido would stand outside her door and protest really loudly.

Come to think of it, he’s quite smart when it comes to this. Food, meow at mom’s door. Cuddles, meow at our door.

So this morning he was making a huge racket so I opened the door to find him facing the mom’s door. he glanced at me and gave a “oh hell you’ll do” look and walked me to his food bowl. He sat in front of it and meowed one more time as I reached for the cat food. Mindful to moderate his meal this time, I gave him half of his usual portion and squatted next to him as he ate.

You see Fido has a habit of eating too fast each meal. He’d gobble it in 3 minutes flat, not even slowing down to properly chew his food. This causes a build up of unchewed food and air which leads to indigestion. He then vomits the entire orange mess out for me to clean. The first time was amusing. The subsequent ones not so.

Fido sitting in shame under the table after being yelled at for puking all over living room floor just before I was about to rush out for work.

So this morning while squatting next to him, I could see him hurriedly nomming down his food as if we’re about to snatch it away from him. I decided then to pace him by nudging his fat head away from the bowl at every 2 bites. He resisted a bit before giving in. I held him away until I was sure he wasn’t chewing before releasing him. This happened for the next few bites. Gobble gob… nudge. Gobble gob… nudge. At one point, I nudged His Fatness far enough that he decided not to resist and instead tried to eat out of the other cat’s food bowl. I scolded him and nudged him back to his own. He looked up and gave me a WTF look. I told him he’s an ungrateful bastard and it’s only for his own good. And mine coz I’m sick of cleaning his half digested food. It’s gross.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think this cat is anorexic.

The many faces of Fido: from greatness to dehness

Fido has a new spot. It’s on top of a wine cooler we got recently. I guess cats like to look down on the world from their top of the world.

Since he’s now at face level, sometimes I’d stop by the wine cooler and meow at him. He loves the attention so much that he goes into a purring orgasm. All I have to do is stand there and go MAO? and he starts rubbing his face all over the wooden surface to display his pleasure.

Sometimes he lounges on top with his paw hanging off like Cleopatra would, if she had a wine cooler to lounge off.

I MAO? somemore and he goes into a quivering fit of happiness, rubbing and squirming all over the wine cooler, his claws extending. He tried to reach out to me so I had to shy away to make sure he doesn’t carve hearts on my forehead.

Fido pretending he’s a cute kitten.

When I didn’t want to play, he flops back to his side and stretches like the lazy fat cat that he is.

He stared at my iPhone for a bit and realised it’s the tool I use to embarrass him on the Internet so he quickly propped up to a more regal fashion. too late fatso.