a while back myo posted old pictures on his blog. today i heard from his niece they spent the evening watching tapes of past family gatherings.
i can't decide though whether it's just simple nostalgia or he's just longing for something missing. but i'm feeling a little insecure when myo starts comparing me to his two former playmates:
pungot ('archaic' malay for stray): myo's first cat. apparently this is a deceiving snaphot. she was a tyrant from the stories i heard. they missed the sequence when she bit that hand right after. yes, she was one feisty bitch who was loved nevertheless and stayed with the family for 10 years.
girl (yes, how creative...): this is the love of myo's life that i will not even try to make any links. stayed with the family for 12 years and went through hell. and i really mean that. abused by the neighborhood kids while out roaming the corridors and thrown 5 floors down. and survived. fell off the ledge 9 floors down to the concrete pavement and lived for another 4 years before finally surrendering to breast cancer (yes, we get it too).
oh well, i'm sure we each have our own special attributes and i like to believe i'm distinguished for being myo's first male cat and my toe nibbling is an art form myo can't go without. like that movie
which myo caught earlier part of the day says: "a person's a person, no matter how small". cat, people... all the same... meeeooowwwww....
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