well...

i am feeling the heat. one week left till exams. thinking about it, its not such a big deal, those promos and all. Hey.. If i fail so horrendously, i'll just quit school and pledge lifelong allegiance to metta cattery. i will campaign for all who are afraid of cats to be subjected to a major psychoanalysis and preferably offer a rehabilitation program to those poor, misguided souls.

anyway, we found kittens in the art storeroom. been with us since monday, but i tink ade is gonna take them away to the butcher's today. i hope they will live. okay. i am kidding. i tink she is going to take them to the cattery. i dont really agree with her actions but i didnt really want to argue with her or anything, since she already appears so stressed. anyway i am not one to provoke an episode of major unhappiness.

oh well. the major reason why i dowan to see them gone is because, well, i like them around. and things are quite fine the way they are. nevermind that one of our art teachers is afraid of it. nevermind that one of my classmates will get a panic attack at the sound of their mewing. i like having them around. even though they are so young, i believe that they can survive on their own, with us helping them, of course. the thing is, i am used to having hardy cats. by hardy, i mean that they are quite independent and they can still survive on their own without too much maintenance on my part. in the kampung, the cats there were not pampered. far from it, they dont even eat cat food la. they get some boiled fish that has been mashed up with leftover rice. It reminds me of gratin but thats a story for another time.

they dont live in a pen and are free to roam outside as and when they like it, rolling about in the grass, playing catch with butterflies and eating grass to freshen their breath. a prime example of this would be the cat on your right, on my blog layout. do u see any horrendous deformations about it? can u see that it looks like any other cat? let me tell u that this picture was taken on a trip to tioman, at the chalet when we were awaiting our rooms to be cleaned up. and the chalet was new and quite remote so u can be quite sure that this little kitty has to go very far to scavenge. but i suppose the chalet owner would feed it. you can bet that this cat has never went to the vet, gotten neutered or have any of those worm injections or what-nots. but it still lives, doesnt it?

it doesnt require serious attention because, well, its a cat and its quite a well know fact that cats are independent. if u let your posh persian cat that runs away at the sight of a rat out onto the streets, u'll be sure that it will find some way to sustain itself. either scavenging for food or playing up its cuteness to some random passerby in the hope of getting picked up and fed.

and one big reason why i am complaining is because i want the cats. gaaaah. but they are in the noisy stage and my parents wouldnt let me bring them home until they stop mewing like nobody's business. my parents adore cats... but i dont tink they want to spend the time at home accompanied by a continuous refrain of 'meeeeeeeew!!!meeeeeeeew!!" like some orchestra of whiny kids. yes yes. so being the pathetically selfish person that i am, i want those kittens in school. gah... but i bet they're on their merry way to the cattery right now.

anyway, i wont be writing much so dont say i didnt warn you. promos are in one week and i still got lots to do. we, aep students have so much to do, especially those people doing the sculpture module. shit. i have gots to go. stupid pointillism. gah. bubbye.