Sunday 7 January 2024

Four Years Have Passed.....

 

Four years have passed since both of you have left. Not a day passed without me thinking of you and missing you both. 

Blackie & Yin Yin, if only you had live longer, you would have been thrilled that we were home all day, every day for two years. The Covid lockdown came into effect in March 2020, a few months after both of you were gone.

We have moved again, and rest assured that both your remains were taken into our new home, and resting on top of my chest of drawers in my room. You may have left us, but you have not left our hearts.

Love you both forever and ever.


Sunday 5 January 2020

Goodbye, Blackie Dear

 

Goodbye, my dear cutie-pie. You came into my life when you were just a few days old, eyes not opened yet, umbilical cord still attached. I learnt so much from taking care of you. I shall never forget you, and all your naughty yet adorable antics. I hope you find Yin Yin in Cat Rainbow and keep each other company. R.I.P.

Friday 6 September 2019

Goodbye, My Precious Yin Yin


Goodbye, my precious Yin Yin. I shall always treasure you in my heart. You were the most affectionate and obedient cat I've ever known. Let out a deep yowl. Just let it out like that. It's alright. I'll hold you. Sleep well. R.I.P.

Saturday 29 September 2012

Servant Up For Adoption

Name: Survant
Breed: Malaysian Long Hair
Age: Uncertain
Gender: Female
Colour: Chocolate with high vanilla
Adoption Fee: FREE (just get her out of our home!)

Reason for putting her up for adoption:
 Ever since she contracted that horrible, wracking cough, we have been deprived of a sound sleep. Many times Yin Yin or I, whoever the unfortunate party is that happened to be sleeping next to her, would be jerked awake every 2 or 3 seconds with that pulverizing sound. We are tired and sleepy (yawn) and the only chance we get to sleep is when she's out. 

Signed:
Blackie Bond

Lady Faye Yin


Tuesday 14 August 2012

We Have Our Own Pendant!


Our servant made this today! It's a handmade glass pendant on a handmade stretchable beads necklace. 


Please ignore the reflection from the light. 

Friday 20 July 2012

Help Feed Us!


The human said it's time we start to earn our keep. She has set up a blog-store to sell her handmade beaded jewelry. She said we are to help her popularize it. She'll be able to keep us in our current lifestyle if only 100 people were to buy one item a month. 


We are speechless. Where are we going to find 100 people to buy one item a month??!!! Some help is needed here. 


Yin thinks she'd have better luck bringing in the bacon if she prostitutes herself.....Yin, that is, not the human. The human is too old for that. She'd probably have to pay her customer if she ever became one.


We need to eat....meow.....please help spread the word that Charlene'z Handmade Jewelry is now in business. 

Wednesday 11 July 2012

The Help by Katryn Stockett


Although The Help was published in 2009 I did not know about it until it was listed in New York Times Bestseller List for the month of June 2012. I love to check out the synopsis of each book that made it to the list and if the plot or contents look interesting, I'd download the ebook. (Obtaining books used to be slightly more irksome as it requires a trip to the local bookstores and sometimes you go away disappointed as they don't have the title you want.) The Help looked promising. 

Set in Jackson, Mississippi in the early 1960s, The Help is about African-American maids working in middle-class white households. The story is narrated by three strong and courageous ladies: 
a) Aibileen, who takes care of Mae Mobley, a two-year-old daughter of Elizabeth Leefolt; 
b) Minny, who is always loosing her job due to her sassy mouth and who now works for Celia Foote, whom the society ladies referred to as 'white trash';
c) Eugenia 'Skeeter', daughter of a cotton plantation owner and journalist wannabe.

Skeeter had graduated and returned home to find that Constantine, the black maid who raised her, had disappeared. No one would tell her what had happened.

Meanwhile, she applied for an editor's job with publishers Harper and Roe. The senior editor, Elaine Stein, called her personally to tell her that her application was rejected, but she was encouraged to write a  book on a subject that was interesting and mattered to her.

Rallying the help of Aibileen and Minny, Skeeter started on her book about what it is like for black maids to work in white households. Secret trips were made to Aibileen's home where interviews with the maids were held. 

As the story unfolded, I was hooked and reeled in like a fish. The 'voices' of Aibileen, Minny and Skeeter were distinct from each other and believable. But most of all, it was the inhumane and racist treatment of the African American maids that got to me. I had never imagined that the whites in America was so racist in the early 1960s. I had to google to verify the facts.

'Blacks are dirty and have disease' was the constant thing you heard. They did not allow a black maid to use the toilets in the house, nor allowed to use the same cutleries or plates as them. Everything was segregated. They had shops for the blacks and shops for the whites. As long as a black woman was not wearing a white uniform signifying that she's shopping for her white mistress, she was not allowed to enter the stores for the whites. In the story, when a black guy was caught buying petrol from a white petrol kiosk, he was beaten almost to death, never mind that he didn't know it was a white petrol kiosk.

It really made me wonder, why are people so uncomfortable with the colour black? And I don't mean only the Africans. Black cats are shunned, too. They are the least adopted, and the myth of their bringing bad luck to a household is propagated throughout the centuries.

The Worldwide UFO Cover-Up

I woke up this morning and found the human staring at the computer screen on her desk. 




Oh my doG, that's Yin, on the cover of the magazine The Worldwide UFO Cover-Up! And what are they saying?? That Yin is an alien that has been living amongst them?? Wait.....the human has just flipped to another screen....




Oh no, I'm also on the cover.....and why is that human green all over with such huge eyes? He looks more like a bug than a human....