Letter to Julia 20140610

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

For some reason, tonight I am catless!  Floofy is in heat, so she's outside waiting for her mate to come around.  It seems that the orange cat next door is also in heat, or sounding like it, and is competing with Floofy for her mate.  They're both getting along for now, and I haven't seen them all-out-fight, but they do tussle about somewhat playfully.  As for the grey tomcat, he doesn't come around when the orange cat is here.  So Floofy is outside tonight, waiting for her beau.  Chee Cheah is avoiding me because she knows she's up for an antifungal shot.  The dreaded vet!  Which means I'm going to have to act apathetic and hunt her down and pounce on her when she least expects it.  The problem is this has to be done in the morning when the vet is open.  A cat with experience can be very sly.

On the menu tonight is crispy fried crab.  I prefer my crab to be very large like king crab, or very small, about the size of a large coin.  Which is hard to come by, so I don't eat crab all that often.  Did you know that if a crab is small enough, it can be fried crispy like a potato chip, and you eat the whole thing, shell and all?  I found some small crab at the night market today, but they were still too big, but I bought them anyway.  The guy selling them said, "Not all of them are small.  Here's one that seems to have some flesh to it."  I replied, "Is it OK if I trade the big ones for small ones?"  He gave me a dirty look, started mumbling, and refused to take my money.  But like I said, the crabs were too big for my crispy fry.  Crab doesn't need salt if you cook it right, and I used the brains for sauce, so I should have used less of the Siamese hot sour paste.  But it's still rather good.  Filling, too.  Want some?  Better not.  The Siamese hot sour paste gave me the runs.  I forgot I have a "White Man's Stomach".