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We forgot to tell you that we lost our dear cat Penyu a few weeks ago. One day we came home from a KL trip and she didn’t come running out of the house with her tail up to greet us. 
Miss her so. Sweetest cat ever. 

We forgot to tell you that we lost our dear cat Penyu a few weeks ago. One day we came home from a KL trip and she didn’t come running out of the house with her tail up to greet us. 

Miss her so. Sweetest cat ever. 

Our dear Chicken — the crazy one, the one we rescued from our car engine — passed away last night, from Feline panleukopenia virus. The cat plague, basically.
She had a good life. She was very difficult. Even when burying her she didn’t want to fit in the grave I dug for her. Stupid Chicken.
We only had her for four months, but we will miss her very much.
Bye-bye Chicken.

Our dear Chicken — the crazy one, the one we rescued from our car engine — passed away last night, from Feline panleukopenia virus. The cat plague, basically.

She had a good life. She was very difficult. Even when burying her she didn’t want to fit in the grave I dug for her. Stupid Chicken.

We only had her for four months, but we will miss her very much.

Bye-bye Chicken.

The new queens of Lot 1699: evil-faced Chicken and sweet-faced Penyu. (Note: they are both cats.)

The new queens of Lot 1699: evil-faced Chicken and sweet-faced Penyu. (Note: they are both cats.)

I have been clutching my head over my computer the last few days, trying to write a blog. 
Yesterday I found someone (it could only really be one person) had colonized my keyboard with our dead cats. 
In spite of that, I finally finished the blog. Read it here!

I have been clutching my head over my computer the last few days, trying to write a blog. 

Yesterday I found someone (it could only really be one person) had colonized my keyboard with our dead cats. 

In spite of that, I finally finished the blog. Read it here!

Zedeck slayed it at Readings last Saturday. He read 3 stories. People loved it, as I knew they would. 
You can read one of the stories here. It’s about the loving relationship between a timid girl and her murderous cat.

Zedeck slayed it at Readings last Saturday. He read 3 stories. People loved it, as I knew they would. 

You can read one of the stories here. It’s about the loving relationship between a timid girl and her murderous cat.

The Magic of Cats

A couple of nights ago I did something I haven’t done for a long, long time. 

I got stuck in a book. 

It was The Magicians of Caprona by Diana Wynne Jones. This book has been sitting in a pile for months. I skipped lightly through a couple of pages while waiting for something, and suddenly it got its hook inside me.

I was like an unsuspecting fish being reeled in furiously. Next thing I know it’s 3AM, and all the stuff I planned to do was certainly not done. 

You see, this book had a cat in it. 

And this cat was Awesome. 

In fact, he may be the best book-cat I have ever known (and I’ve met a few - Pangur Ban, for example).

There he stood, politely waving the one beautiful thing about him - his bushy black tail. The rest of his coat had worn to a ragged brown. Apart from the tail, the only thing which showed Benvenuto had once been a magnificent black Persian was the fluffy fur on his hind legs. And, as every other cat in Caprona knew to its cost, those fluffy breeches concealed muscles like a bulldog’s.  

I couldn’t help but think of Lord Nelson, recently deceased

Lord Nelson wasn’t the tough old piece Benvenuto is, but he would no doubt have aged into a cat like that, like a fine wine, if he hadn’t been murdered by the dogs in the school. 

No doubt, no doubt. 

Benvenuto stated that anyone trying to comb him would get raked with every claw he possessed. 

"A brush then?"

Benvenuto said he would consider that. 

How I miss the little carpet sausage. (That was the last nickname we had for Lord Nelson before he died. Because he was like a plush carpet stuffed with meat.)

From that time forward, Benvenuto regarded himself as Tonino’s special cat. It made a difference to both of them. Benvenuto, what with constant brushing - for Rosa bought Tonino a special hairbrush for him - soon began to look younger and sleeker. Tonino forgot he had ever been unhappy. He was now a proud and special person. 

A sketch of Lord Nelson I did while thinking of the logo for this blog. In the last few months, he would spend all day in my studio sleeping. He never bothered me or made a mess. He was just… there. I think that was when I started to love him. Those hours of silent companionship. 

It would be nice to have another cat, one day. 

Last Friday Pingu was not around for breakfast. He’s been missing ever since. I’ve searched for him in the school and among our neighbours; to be honest I’ve given up.
This was the last photo I took with him. I took it the night before he disappeared. Pingu was the most photographable of our litter. He had the roughest meow — whenever he meowed it sounded like he was yodelling in pain: “Oww, Oww!” The house is quieter without him.

Last Friday Pingu was not around for breakfast. He’s been missing ever since. I’ve searched for him in the school and among our neighbours; to be honest I’ve given up.

This was the last photo I took with him. I took it the night before he disappeared. Pingu was the most photographable of our litter. He had the roughest meow — whenever he meowed it sounded like he was yodelling in pain: “Oww, Oww!” The house is quieter without him.

Lord Nelson passed away on 9 July 2012.
He was a clever and careful adventurer, but he fell victim anyway to the wild dogs that sleep in the school behind us. The school caretakers found him the next morning, and when I went searching for him they were already burning him with the day’s trash. It was a large pyre, eating up plastic cups, pieces of broken furniture, and a two-football-fields’ worth of mown grass.
Perhaps it was karma. Lord Nelson was a efficient hunter of bugs.
He wasn’t much of a lap-cat. His preferred method of affection was to sit in a discreet corner of the room you were in, or just outside the doorway, resting his front paws politely one over the other. From that spot he’d keep an eye on your activities. Sometimes he’d fall asleep.
Of the three of them Lord Nelson was my favourite.

Lord Nelson passed away on 9 July 2012.

He was a clever and careful adventurer, but he fell victim anyway to the wild dogs that sleep in the school behind us. The school caretakers found him the next morning, and when I went searching for him they were already burning him with the day’s trash. It was a large pyre, eating up plastic cups, pieces of broken furniture, and a two-football-fields’ worth of mown grass.

Perhaps it was karma. Lord Nelson was a efficient hunter of bugs.

He wasn’t much of a lap-cat. His preferred method of affection was to sit in a discreet corner of the room you were in, or just outside the doorway, resting his front paws politely one over the other. From that spot he’d keep an eye on your activities. Sometimes he’d fall asleep.

Of the three of them Lord Nelson was my favourite.

So that’s that for Prospero, Pingu, and Lord Nelson. Our beloved catly trinity. We had them for a year and three-quarters, nearly. We’ll remember each of them for their nicknames, games, and habits.
Their water bowl is still on our porch. I shall have to empty it soon, before it starts breeding mosquitoes.

So that’s that for Prospero, Pingu, and Lord Nelson. Our beloved catly trinity. We had them for a year and three-quarters, nearly. We’ll remember each of them for their nicknames, games, and habits.

Their water bowl is still on our porch. I shall have to empty it soon, before it starts breeding mosquitoes.

Pingu murders snakes and gives no fux.

Pingu murders snakes and gives no fux.