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a meow-velous year & 100 reasons why i love u* 

Time flies when you’re having fun. This is certainly the case for me and Smokey - it has been a good year since I brought him home; after having promised to love, cherish and pamper him will all the luxury I could possibly give to a tomcat. In return, he took care of me as well; mentally, spiritually and physically. He had changed me in ways I never thought possible.

On this anniversary, I would like to place down 100 reasons why I love this monkey so.

1. I love the way you, upon hearing me awoke, jump on the bed to greet me “Good Morning” followed by a kitty kiss.
2. I love it when you whine me to sleep every night.
3. I love the way you stalk me every minute I’m at home.
4. I love when you share the prawns from the prawn mee on weekends.
5. I love it when you lie down with me when I am sick.
6. I love it when you sneak a nasty silent fart sometimes when I sleep.
7. I love it when you wag your tail at my face at times.
8. I love you even when you rudely ‘MmEeeoowWed’ Ally to go home at 1.30am because you thought it was way past my bedtime.
9. I love the way you hide under the big pillow while playing Peek-A-Boo.
10. I love the smell of your lovely fur.
11. I love your handsome face.
12. I love it when everyone else thinks that you are handsome too.
13. I love your cheeky tricks which always end up with you hopping into bed, as though to trick me to sleep. Again.
14. I love the way you sleep like a human; with your face on the pillow.
15. I love the way you will lie inside the toilet sink when I do my morning business deposits.
16. I love it when you rest your pretty head on my thigh when I read a book.
17. I love it when you use my palm as your pillow sometimes.
18. I love your masculine 5kg body.
19. I love it the time you did that one-loop somersault, followed by the cutest prancing on your hind legs to the bedroom when I decided to go to sleep one late night.
20. I love it when you greet me home every night.
21. I love it when you do your pitiful face when I have to leave for work in the morning.
22. I love it that I can use you as the excuse to leave early from a bad date.
23. I love it when you lie next to me when I do my floor exercises.
24. I love it when you try to smother me by sleeping on the top pillow sometimes.
25. I love the smell of your smelly mouth.
26. I love the fact that you made me behave like a proud mummy when I share stories and pictures of you with practically everyone I meet.
27. I love that I say grace to God for bringing you to my life every night.
45. I love it even if I lose 3 minutes of my life everytime I clean up your poo.
50. I love the fact that you tolerate my mushy nonsense like “Ooh, you handsome boy” or “I love you, baby” or “I thank God for you, sweet baby” or “What did I do to deserve you, my baby”.
55. I love the way you hate me brushing your fur every morning.
58. I love that because of you, I end up wearing cat fur on all my clothes.
60. I love it when you bite me when you thought I wasn’t paying attention to you.
61. I love it that you respond every time I call your name.
62. I love the way you proved your warrior skills by killing the house lizards and how proudly you presented the kill. Everytime.
79. I love it when you growl inside the house upon the visit of the pair of hummingbirds on the bourgainvilla tree in the morning.
99. I love the fact that you guard the room door every night.
100. I love the fact that you complete me. [And Tom Cruise shouts- Oi, that's my line la!!!]

All in all, I wanna say this – I love you, my Smokey baby. More than you will ever know.

You are truly God-sent.


March 13, 2006 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 1:15 pm