the cat and the tube

As a sibling, you get oddly annoyed when your younger ones try to imitate in the way you speak, dress and carry yourself. Just like how gullible we all can be when the boss tells us that this dress is "ONE-PIECE ONLY", we are willing to pay any amount for limited edition stuff without batting an eyelid just to stand out in the crowd.

Although it is an honour to have someone mimicking you, you can't help but wish that some people will understand the meaning behind "Unique". Perhaps we should shove the dictionary under their noses and flip it to page 1304 of the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary and read aloud the meaning behind this adjective.

But of course, this is a tactic you use when you are dealing with a human.
What if, the person that is imitating you is..
YOUR PET?
-faints-

Ah Mao watching tv.
Cantonese he also know.

Sometimes I am really amused at my cat's antics.
He talks to those mynah birds while perching on my ledge as though they are old friends.
He sleeps in such contorted position that i wonder if he goes for Yoga lessons when the entire clan is out of the house.

He is such an obnoxious cat that he sleeps on my newspaper, leaving me with no chance to pry it out under his 3kg body.


Pompous he may be, but he knows when I'm upset.
He cant clean the tears off my face or put a plaster over my wounds because his claws will most likely disfigure me.
He cant give me comforting hug or a soothing kiss either because his mouth stinks and his limbs are too short to wrap around my slouching shoulders.

But he aint an unfeeling cat.
What he cant do, he makes it up by rubbing his little head against my legs and look at me with those dewy eyes, as though to say everything is gonna be okay.
That was the first and probably the only time I see some use of having a pet.

Maybe I should consider getting a dog when I am old haggard and saggy.
At least they are easier to control than a man.
-rubs chin-