In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my beautiful sweetheart Erin. How are you feeling, my dearest heart? Are you having a great time? Please remember that the goal of our marriage is to settle down, stay put, and raise a family. Please allow me to love you, care for you, take care of you, and help protect you. I love you, and I need you.
Oh no! Not more cat tails! Well, you know as well as I that people can get fanatical over their cats, and I certainly love all of mine, every single one of them. I have 8 cats. But no, that's not correct: I actually have another one. A mystery cat. 3 Ramadans ago, that was 2011, a black and white kitten came crying to me during the elementary school rush hour. This kitten is the original Bat Cat. That was exactly the same day of the shootout at the elementary school in USA, do you remember that? The only cat I had back then was Chee Cheah, who used to belong to my Dad, and kind of looks like him too. I took in little Bat Cat, and raised him as best I could. Then the next Ramadan, Floofy came into my life. By then, Bat Cat (henceforth shall be referred to as Bat Cat I) had become sexually mature, and wanted to do the nasty with little Floofy, who wasn't grown up yet. She didn't want anything to do with him and eventually he grew tired of her rejection, and left the homestead to become a feral cat. He was a great cat so he was a great loss, but I wasn't too worried about his survival because he had been vaccinated, he was cautious around humans, and skillful at catching mice and snakes. Since then, Floofy had 2 sets of kittens. The first set had a black and white kitten which was the second Bat Cat, but all the kittens died from flu. All the 5 kittens of the next batch survived, including a black and white kitten named Bat Cat (henceforth shall be referred to as Bat Cat III). I had only seen Bat Cat I once since he left home, when he came back to pee on on my lawn. Then yesterday, I saw his peeking at me around the corner of my little house, then took off quickly and silently when we made eye contact. I believe he had never actually left home but simply out of sight, skulking in the shadows. It occurred to me that it was him that hurt Floofy's foot in last week's catfight. Probably because she slapped him away when he tried to hump her. I'm thrilled that he's back in the cat tails, because he's my friend. But I wonder what will happen when Bat Cat I confronts Bat Cat III? Another question is that if Floofy doesn't like Bat Cat I, then why did she have 2 kittens that look exactly like him?
I went to the market in the morning, and got a big old snapper, a kilo of chicken breast and a kilo of wings. So I have a lot of food in my cooler, alhamdulillah. I had to imprison all my indoor cats while I portioned everything out. The only thing I threw away were the fish gills and innards. Even then, I could have kept the stomach and the liver but I didn't. You're welcome to share lunch with me. I love the flavor of snapper sashimi. The key is the slicing and the arrangement of the sliced fish on the plate. Just mustard and soy sauce is enough. Are you sure you don't want to join me?
