torn bits of today strung up for tomorrow

 It's not even a Tuesday and yet.

I finished my lunch fairly early to start with the recipes as today I was decided to click pictures, rain or no rain. and yes there was rain.

I was chopping, crumbling, stirring, mashing and it felt a bit tedious because there were too many steps but I was determined. 

Sunset was at 6:45 and my watch informed me that I still had more than 3 hours to make everything happen. The weather was dull and overcast but it wasn't as bad.

Of course, all my chores have a common theme in the background which keeps me double busy in the foreground and that is my cats. 

One after the other like clockwork they keep wanting something. Their timings have gone haywire what with not all cats being present at home at the same time. 

when one is hungry and the others away I feed that cat available and wanting. No sooner have I fed one another pops in and wants food and the cycle goes on.

Of course, during their mealtimes, I call out to the cats, sing their names, and whatnot, but if one is outside and in no mood to come in, they don't.

I usually don't leave their foods in the bowl because if just the one cat is available at home then that cat ends up eating most of the food and in particular, I have to be cautious with 'hope' because she's overweight and I have her on a diet which doesn't function well if another cat randomly comes in wanting food after her meagre meals because she wants to be fed again.

Hope is like that younger sibling who insists on cutting the cake no matter whose birthday it is. 

What was I going on about?

Yes. my pictures.

So there I was preparing for the photographs, cooking up a meal which was layered in several steps and continually interjected by meow coups which had me feeding one cat after another until all the cats were fed and then again some more because the youngest 'twinkle' insists on eating far too much food. He's a skinny one and plays a lot outside. Of course, he needs more food but really my time which isn't really mine anymore somehow got mingled with all these activities and by the time I was finished with everything and beginning to plate up I had lost all light.

The rains are falling like a curtain and all I have on my balcony now are shadows of the day gone by.

I couldn't manage my time better. Couldn't dish out the recipe and plate it on time and now I have nothing to show for today.

I very nearly had a meltdown.

Tomorrow I will click the pictures now that everything is already prepared and I have only just to click and gods I'm fuming. 

cats are odd

 How my cats adore freshly laundered clothes to sleep on.

They love it as much as I hate for them to plonk their fat asses on my just washed dried clothing, still warm from the drier.

It's almost like they're waiting for me to bring out the laundry.

rat a tat catspaw

Do you smell a rat?

I could never

for all that is cat

In my house,

four of them!

Two small

one medium

one slightly fat

yes they're all tabby

No, none is shabby

not only do they self groom

I comb them

wash them

clean them

and wipe

and constantly hold a broom

for there is fur

soft and cotton-like

fluffing about the house

collecting in corners

settling in drawers

on my bed

in my blouse 

and they're hungry

always!

emptying their bowls

filling black holes

inside of them

can I touch, may I pet

could I be so bold

to linger around 

their judgemental stare

and try to hold

their furry little body 

while they threaten to disembody

showing their claws

their teeth and their snarl

tacitly I  walk away

leaving them to their mood

quietly in the kitchen

silently preparing their food

and then I hear a purr

a soft body against my foot

a little paw on my leg

a gentle head bump

yes my darlings

I know you love me

and you know that I do 

it's just us my babies

me and all of you

the audacity of this world

 Who me?

Baking a quick small cake because I've just been invited for coffee and I've nothing to take along.

small kittens have been found near the garbage and the garbage collector told us that if no one takes these kittens then they will be thrown in with the wet garbage, which is the organic garbage.

This is most cruel to think that small helpless animals are trash!! These are 2-week old babies for god's sake.

They don't have a mum or maybe if there is one she isn't aware that someone has put her kittens inside a box near the trash cans.

They are now safe in my friends garden whose house I'm going for coffee to see them and also rallying some support from homeless shelters and other friends who have friends who want to adopt kittens because right now my cat friend is overwhelmed with cats. Her house currently has 22 cats.

10 of which are her own and the others are strays, their babies and newborns.

We will also go on a neuter drive soon once the mums have recovered and are done feeding their babies because damn this can't go on.

How many more little lives will perish for end up in the garbage?

I will put up their pics here.

purr bloody hell

 Selfish little beasts these cats!

They have no care nor concern that I'm a busy person. That I'm doing some work, that I'm sitting on my workstation, staring at a white light, typing recipes. No, they don't care because now they're hungry and it's not even their dinner time yet. 

It's a constant barrage of meows, incessant and passive-aggressive in a way that would make Gandhi proud.

It is constant. When one cat stops the other starts and the third just sits and stares, burning holes at the back of my skull with his condescending scornful look. Bloody judgemental little carnivorous cutie and the fourth scratches at his scratch post non-stop, knowing full well that it sheds bits of cardboard, like paper confetti all over my living room, not five minutes after the house has been thoroughly cleaned, disinfected and now smells of tangerine essential oil.  No, they don't care. If there was a value lesser than zero, I don't mean a negative, but lesser than zero, lesser than nothing then these cats would be displaying exactly that value of scrupulousness.

Sobs.

Mealtime. Gah! It's either playtime when they're playfighting, shedding soft fur all over the couch and beds or it's sleep time (also my favourite time) or time to feed, which happens to be right now. 

I mean come on.

Can I just stare at my beautiful gleaming house and take in the loveliness of its Thursday cleanliness before you monsters destroy it all?

 

internet and cat

I mean it's almost 3 in the afternoon and my day hasn't even started yet.
I haven't got done with all that I'd planned because, well, I don't know. It's just been that kind of lazy day which starts out slow and ends slow and everything is the middle, though passing in fast forward stays at a pause in terms of all the important things one wants to get done with.

My internet is another bothersome part of today. The VPN that is, which is hardly loading any website and takes a long moment to refresh.

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I look at my little cat sleeping calmly because it's getting colder and this is her first winter season and cats tend to get a lot lazier in this weather, hunting for warm spots all over the house and little does this babe know that tomorrow her insides will be violated in the most horrific manner.
If there was another option I'd go for it in a mo, I would. And I don't want to sound selfish and lazy but seeing how this one was rescued, almost near the end of her time with infected eyes and crawling with fleas I do not wish for more little babies such similar fate.
All I wish for her is a happier, healthier life and seeing her nature and her personality I know she is going to soon become an outdoor/indoor cat, much like my older cat.
She's run away from home almost five times this past week and I cannot and will not stop her from doing what she likes.
She's found a mentor in the older cat and soon she will start going out of the house and I will let her, under my strict supervision of course because she'll always be mine. 

cats a bing

Hot clothes fresh out of the dried piled into a small mountain to be soon folded and ironed but what do I see a minute after?
two cats lounging on the warm clothes that have just been cleaned and proceeding to sleep like it ain't a big deal which it isn't because there can be nothing more serene than sleeping pets seeing how its a moment of repose and calm for me to get on with my life.

oh my god

Today I experienced my cats in berserk mode when I began clicking recipe pictures for a tuna salad.
When earlier it was just the one cat who gave me a hard time when I made anything tuna there are now two cats where the elder one is still a bit restrained in his anxiousness around the fish and doesn't immediately jump on the table where it's kept, but the second one, my little kitten is a barbarian who doesn't understand the meaning of patience.
No sooner had I opened the can that my house with filled with wanting meows and cries of hunger even though lunch had been given and the cats were full.
But no!
It got near impossible to click five pictures.
Oh, the madness.