The Eidil Fitri 2010 That Was

It has been a fantabulous Eidil Fitri this year. There were steady stream of visitors who started to come by from 12.00 noon.

The preparation had started from a few weeks before. The meat had to be ordered, menu drawn up and finalized, positioning of sofa and tables need to be thought of and finally the guest list.

It was a special Eidil Fitri this year. I couldnt describe the feeling but it was awesome. For one, George was around to celebrate the special day together with The Teenager and me, unlike last year when he was away in Canada. It was great to feel like a whole family again. Second, we had the opportunity to have our non Muslim friends over to enjoy our food and get to know each other. A few of our FB friends make the effort to come by too. The Teenager was getting worried in case her friends would not come but they proved her wrong. By around 8.00 pm that evening, a whole hungry bunch of them, maybe around 10-15 came by and bulldozed the newly cooked nasi briyani and rendang.

The last visitor dropped by around 10.30 pm and left around 1.00 am. Unfortunately, we could only serve Farah some left over cookies and coffee as the Raya goodies were gone. George started to nod off by 11.00 pm and excused himself to retire for the evening. My poor husband….

As I locked the front gate and checked the house’s doors for the last time before I make my way to the bed, I looked around our house home, feeling happy and content. What a wonderful place to be – at home with all my loved ones.




R.I.P. My Ngoi

 When God Made Cats

   When God made the world, He chose to put animals in it, and decided to give each whatever it wanted. All the animals formed a long line before His throne, and the cat quietly went to the end of the line. To the elephant and the bear He gave strength, to the rabbit and the deer, swiftness; to the owl, the ability to see at night, to the birds and the butterflies, great beauty; to the fox, cunning; to the monkey, intelligence; to the dog, loyalty; to the lion, courage; to the otter, playfulness. And all these were things the animals begged of God.

At last he came to the end of the line, and there sat the little cat, waiting patiently. “What will YOU have?” God asked the cat. The cat shrugged modestly. “Oh, whatever scraps you have left over. I don’t mind.”

“But I’m God. I have everything left over.”

“Then I’ll have a little of everything, please.”

And God gave a great shout of laughter at the cleverness of this small animal, and gave the cat everything she asked for, adding grace and elegance and, only for her, a gentle purr that would always attract humans and assure her a warm and comfortable home.

But he took away her false modesty. …Lenore Fleischer

Our loving furbaby, Ngoi breathed his last breath at approximately 9.30 pm on last Friday night. Apparently someoneone has knocked him down right infront of our house. George and I just got back from our iftar in Petaling Jaya. Just as when we wanted to drive into the porch, we saw him laying infront of the gate, his usual place. Thinking that he wanted to play and has his tummy rubbed, I got down from the car to pick him up. Then I saw his bleeding head, his body still warm and there was slight indication he was still breathing.

Flashback of my Tiger, another furbabe who died many years before came to my mind. Amidst the uncontrollable sobs and cries between myself and the Teenager who came out from the house, we managed to lift Ngoi and placed him on the garden bench. As I stroked his beautiful fur, I could sense his last breaths as he stepped to Cat’s Heaven. We just lost a furbabe who had never, ever given an ounce of trouble to the family.

Ngoi entered into our lives about a year and half ago when the Teenager called me on the phone asking whether was it okay to take back a kitten from Uptown. I firmly told her no, reminding her that we already have a village of furbabes at home to take care of. I was wrong. She did bring back the kitten. He was tiny, ugly, scrawny, full of fleas and had bad patches on his fur that looked like the butt end of cigarettes. He had no voice to meow too. Infact, he was a sorriest looking stray kitten I had ever seen!

A few days after being cleaned, sprayed with Front Line and fed, he looked a little better. He slept and slept throughout the days ahead. Perhaps enjoying his new found home so much that he refused to wake up from his sleep. The Teenager told me that she pitied him when seeing how he was being bullied by the food court customers. He went begging food from one table to another, looking so pathetically hungry. She fed him chicken chop and iced Milo. What a first time meal! Then…decided to bear the anger of her mom by taking the frail looking kitten home.

Ngoi loved nothing more than a tummy rub and sleeping on George’s dirty clothes which we put in the clothes hamper. He never did whine, make so much of a noise except when he was hungry. But it wasnt even a meow, it was more like an expression with his face and mouth. He didnt even meow when I gave him his bath. All he did was to open up his mouth as if he would squeal with this loud meow but there was nothing that came out from him.

We buried Ngoi in our small garden amongs the shrubs and underneath the rambutan trees where he used to play. The same evening as George and I sat on the garden chair, we talked of him and wondered whether cats will go the same human heaven. I would like to think so. I really like to think that all of my beautiful furbabes who have gone to Cat’s Heaven are being watched and taken care of by my dad. And I know they will be taken care of with all the tuna they want, all the toys they can play with, all the shrubs they can play catch with the sun rays; and warm, snugly place where they can sleep.

I will miss you, baby Ngoi.