Chp 427. Hello Gaddafi!

Say hello to Gaddafi, our new Persian doll-face kitten.



He is 8 weeks old. My flat-mate bought him from an exotic pet shop for 7 grand. He’s cute, furry, playful, and best of all, toilet-trained. This is where he goes to pee and poop…



I love cats, but at the same time, I’m not a cat person. I can pet a cat anytime, cuddle it, kiss it, baby-talk it and spoil it, but if the caterwaul of a cat in the middle of the night wakes me up, I swear to God I will throw anything I can find to shut the cat up.

That’s probably the difference between me and my sister who is a real cat person. She adopted a stray kitten abandoned by its mother, nursed it back to good health on her own, and recently her cat “Charger” was selected as “Cat Of The Day” at this cat community she joined.



As for me, I don’t think I have the time and energy to do the same… I once took in two adopted puppies, fed them, played with them, toilet trained them and it was such a heartbreak having to leave them when they got older (long story)… Maybe that’s why I am afraid of pet commitments now… Works the same as any relationship I guess.

We’ve been taking Gaddafi to work every day so far, and it really brightens up the office spirit. If you’re tired or stressed out, he’ll just walk towards you and give you that curious stare, as if trying to say “Take it easy boss, don’t worry, be happy”. And then he would so casually walk across our keyboards without giving a damn about our work, lolz.



Here is him entertaining himself…



See, he is content on his own too, unlike dogs who we have to give a lot of our attention to. To end this post, here’s another video I took this morning… Playful, naughty and mischievous little fucker he is (in a good way)… He ended up tearing my jeans too!



Cheers :-)