Free food for pregnant female

“I’ve been on calenders but I’ve never been on time”
-Marilyn Monroe
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Songs of the moment:
So Simple-Alicia Keys
Seribu Bintang-Alleycats
Electric Relaxation-A Tribe Called Quest
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Sometimes, we place Toffee’s cage out of the kitchen. Most of the time it is in. This happens usually during the day. After my 4pm lunch today, when I was washing my plate at the outdoor sink behind the kitchen, I saw a pregnant cat, scratching and sniffing at the base of Toffee’s huge fck off cage. I called my sisters A, 12, & Z, 11, who were subjected to doing school work and work books in the kitchen, to come and have a look while making sure we don’t chase this cat away. I had no doubt she was pregnant. There are no pubs near my house, thus this cat was carrying and hungry, and not with a drinking problem. I told the girls to take Toffee’s bowl from the mezzanine floor of Palace Toffee and put it next to the cage. The female cat finished it all.
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Throughout, she was looking at the opposite direction because about 20 feet away, or for you die hard metric folk-6 metres, Toffee was sleeping at one of his usual spots. Under the garden table. I suspected that in pussy world, the male would not be too happy seeing some female who got knocked up, assuming not by him, eating his food. After every few swallows, she would turn back to see if my stud had woken up. It was obvious she was not afraid of us. I was walking around being Adam King. See pics below.
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Later when I went upstairs, apparently the cat hung around after the bowl was empty, and Toffee got up and was upset and started hissing and making noise. I’m no Carrie Bradshaw, but neither was horny and I begin to wonder why is this hoe still around when the host is not happy. In the 2nd or 3rd trimester of the human pregnancy, the carrier gets relatively horny. Hormonal stuff. I asked this female cat, whats going on? Is it that time of your preganancy? You seem like you either want some attention or wanna get some?
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Then I asked her for her pregnancy card. You know the kind one has to track the progress and all the medication and shots throughout the 9 months. She just looked at me. I’m not expecting much. But if I provide you some food, at least answer me.
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The sisters brought Toffee in and hold him down. Playa was ready to bust a cap but my sisters broke his flow. So they place him in the dining room, which has a door that opens to the outside table he was previously sleeping under. The female cat lingers around and eventually sees the closed glass door, with Toffee looking at her via the closed door, all pissed.
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Now, when you go downstairs in my house, you can make a left or right and eventually reach the kitchen. Meaning, I’m its one big round. I’m no architecture student, but if that simple explanation does not make sense to you, then msg me privately and ask for clarification. I’m asking you politely, do not leave a comment. I don’t want to give the impression to others that this blog has stupid readers.
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From the dining room to the kitchen, there is a door. After placing Toffee in the dining room, we closed that door. After some subtle provocation from the female cat, Toffee jogs the long way around the inside of the house since the shorter way was blocked by the door, and goes for the kitchen door to go outside, and who knows what. We heard him coming. He has a small bell around his neck. It’s trendy for him. You know, like men wearing pink with gelled eye brows.
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A, Toffee’s primary care taker, takes him into her lap and say “You’re a smart boy.” She said that like 8 times. By the quick movements of his tail, it was clear that he was unhappy.
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Later, I told the girls, and A as personal representative of Toffee, replied in an ok manner, but annoyed me…

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This cat is going to want to come back again.

Yea, I know.

And she is going to want food.

Yea, I know.

Toffee is going to get upset.

Yea, I know.

It’s just a cat thing. Territorial.

Yea, I know.

It is sooo amazing that you know so much. I am glad that you are my sister. I could go on and on, only to find out that you know so much.

Yea.

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A little annoyed with what I said, she then tries to tickle me by poking my torso all over. Mid 18th Century method of tickling = poke all over with both hands. I did the same back to her and won due to my long hands. It is a rather annoying thing to be done to me considering that I am ticklish. In return, to annoy me, she takes the yellow cup on the kitchen island which she knows I filled up to bring it up to my room, and drinks as much as she can while looking at me, with a huge smile on her face.
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It is obvious that she has learned alot from the best.
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I love my sisters.

Warmongers

“Is blood red, black, yellow or white? Everyone bleeds the same colour.”
-Anonymous
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Songs of the moment:

Sorry Sorry-Femi Kuti (Old School Afro Dub)
Dance Tonight-Lucy Pearl
This Woman’s Work-Maxwell
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Regarding the quote above, it is a sentiment I’ve been sharing for some time now. It occurred to me some months ago but I felt it from before then. And today I found a quote to put it simply. My version is this, the priority is not that we fight for equality because we are all equal. But my sentiment is mainly that we’re all the same. We, human beings, are all just the same. We have differences. And those differences are usally what it is, merely differences and we shouldn’t be jumpy in concluding those differences are wrong, bad or even weird. People have their differences and that is it. We should avoid this annoying subconscious obligation of have to label these differences, and subsequently publicize our judgments. There are of course good people and not so good people. Fundamentally, we’re all the same.
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I found the quote today at the War Crimes Conference where I spent about an hour in the remarkable Exhibition Room. That time in that horrible horrible but great room was some experience for me. It was very well done. How the organizers did it I mean. But the things you see in there are just, soo..I honestly have no words to describe. If I were to choose a word here, it might just mislead you. Maybe because, my ‘blood’ is predominantly of arab descent and the exhibition in there mainly focuses on the Iraqi, Palestinian, Japan and Vietname Wars/Conflicts. But I came extremely close to crying. And I still have that feeling now when I recall what I saw today. Maybe because of the Iraqi and Palestinian bit, I could relate more. But for that hour plus I was left speechless.
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I am glad that this Conference alongside the Exhibition has brought forward what I’ve been pointing out and what I’ve been trying to convey for a long time now. Hostility even at its low intensity point, is bad. Now imagine, just the psychological effects that a person gets after seeing a mere trivial bloody brawl in front of their eyes. An incident that begins and ends in maybe less than 3 minutes. Such things can have an adverse effect on a person. To the very least psychological.
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Can you imagine, to the very least, the psychological effects of war? Armed conflicts? It is something that can go one for weeks, months, years. Day and night! Don’t even have to imagine if it was you. Imagine if it was your sibling residing in a region within the said conflict. And you are at home, comfortably, half way round the world with a constant worried feel. Can you imagine what effect does it have on a person who walks across his town that is barren, all but debris? Hearing gun shots day and night, be it even miles away.
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Imagine if it was you. Seriously. How would you take it? If some stranger, regardless a foreigner or a local, were to grab your shirt and have a fist clenched by his side. How agitated would you feel? Now how would you feel if this stranger was in a uniform, pointing a gun to your face? To your 3 year old nephew?
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Because that kind of fcking sht does happen. Alot.
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I do not know if in most cases, the armed party did pull the trigger or not. But I hope that we can agree the pointing alone made him an animal. If you disagree, then I hope you’re an animal.
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I am not asking you to stop shopping for shoes and go do volunteer work. I am not asking you to be some peace loving ‘free spirit’ bum. I am merely asking you to reconsider your concept and perspective of mankind, and war. That is all I am asking.
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All warmongers are cunts. CUNTS!