I think I am getting crazier by the second. Like many pet parents, I have gotten into the habit of talking to Grey One, not that she understands. I tend to ask her if she would like to have a team meeting. This reference goes back to the days when I worked with my friend Rachel and she would vent her frustration with me. We had a fantasy where Butterscotch was our manager and he would constantly hold team meetings. Rachel was awed by how cute the idea was, especially when I said Butterscotch would put his paw on her wrist when she was stressed.
"The paw..."she would moan.
Nowadays Rachel spends time with her companion, her Boo stuffed toy. I am not joking; he travels everywhere with her and her Facebook updates are full of photos of them sightseeing. Maybe I should do the same thing with my stuffed cat toys, particularly Tulip.
ďYou know that cat thatís in the vet? I couldnít believe that was a real cat,Ē said one of my colleagues. ďIíve never seen a cat with such a fixed expression. It didnít move and its face was so neutral. I had to go inside and ask them if it was real. They said yes and that itís been here for so long itís become part of the furniture.Ē
ďI call that cat the mascot,Ē I said.
It has been a joy to see it every morning. That said, I havenít seen it for a few days. Meanwhile, my friend says Grey One has permanently abandoned her kitty bed, preferring to sleep right in the middle of the bed.
After being whacked by a cyclistís bicycle and the usual unpleasant encounters with Homo Sapiens I seem to come across with every day, I am far from being in the mood for dealing with people. Neither is Grey One. Can you believe the little bugger has worked out how to open my friendís wardrobe so she can retreat inside whenever she needs some peace and quiet?
My best friend Andrea and I catch up every Sunday. Because we are both Australian Born Chinese, we like to vent about our frustrations with not fitting in with the Chinese community, amongst other racial issues.