Moomoo

Four months ago, he came into our lives as a sick, dying, abandoned and lost kitten. 

We didn't know where he came from, or how he landed up in our garden.

But when we first spotted him, he ran up to us and began purring.

So we decided to keep him.

This picture was taken around a week ago.

Moomoo.

Moomoo was the most lovable and friendly cat I have ever known. He was a like prince. We named him Moomoo because... he looked like a cow. Really. A black and white cow.

He was very ill when we discovered him, suffering from diarrhea and fever. His eyes were covered in white film. He was filthy and dirty. It took us a while to realize he was lactose intolerant. He would walk in a strange manner, his shoulder blades sticking out in the oddest ways whenever he moved. He was a hunchback. He couldn't meow; only whimper. He could not land on his feet when he jumped.

This is how he was in the beginning. Weak and frail, but adorable.

It took us a lot of time and effort to take care of him. We cleaned him, fed him properly, made him sleep inside the house (regardless of the fact that he was absolutely restless to go outside). He learned how to use a litter box in just one try. He was very smart, and it was obvious that he appreciated all the efforts we made for him, because he exuded SO much love and affection that it was almost extraordinary.

Moomoo and my brother watching funny cat videos together

Moomoo hugging his imaginary friend and sleeping.

Chillin'

He was extremely friendly with everybody. He would climb onto guests' laps and fall asleep. He used to give us bumps with his wet nose, signifying kisses. He would gently headbutt us, which is a sign on friendship. He was very quiet and would never meow loudly. His purring was non-ending. He loved playing with ping pong balls.

My other cat, Kuchi, who is 2 years old, also became very attached to him. They would play together and sleep cuddled with one another. Moomoo used to cover Kuchi's litter if Kuchi ever felt lazy. Moomoo would lick Kuchi's fur and groom her. They were the best of friends. They shared their food and water bowls and litter box with no qualms.

In the beginning

Sleeping on the bed together, recently.

Moomoo came like an angel into our lives. He grew up to be a strong and healthy cat. He recovered from all his illnesses. Whenever he was around, any stress and tension we had was reduced considerably. His habits were amazing and adorable, such as sleeping on the bed snuggled between the pillows and blankets, enjoying being bathed, rolling around in a patch of sunlight like a dog, licking my brother as if he were Moomoo's own kitten.

Being a complete prince

Spot Moomoo!

Enjoying the rain in the balcony

Moomoo's first girlfriend

This is how he slept!

Chanel model

He really loved Ishq-E-Mamnoon.

Moomoo passed away this morning. He was found dead in the middle of the road outside the house. He had been missing since yesterday, but we didn't think much of his disappearance because he enjoyed being outside the house and had gone for days at a time and come back just fine. Little did we know that we would never get him back this time around. He was not run over, because there were no external injuries. We can only assume what happened to him. Perhaps he ate something poisonous or he was really sick internally and we knew nothing about it. His prior checkups at the vet had not revealed anything. He was just stiff, in the middle of the road. It's a miracle that no car ran over him after his death till the time he was discovered.

Moomoo has been buried on the grassy patch outside our house. Everyone in our family is devastated. He was everybody's favourite. He was the best cat in the entire world, and we loved him with all our hearts. 

The last picture of Moomoo, taken two days ago:

He was sleeping this way and we woke him up and he started meowing at my brother without moving.

We love him. May he be granted a palace in cat heaven.

Storm - Guest Post by Quartertoinsane

I wrote this story, for the little cat lady, as a guest post. Now do me a favor and don’t read too much into that story, sometimes a river is just a river other times it is not. Enjoy! - quartertoinsane

The bright sunlight hits the window sill and the children wake up to a cheery morning. This was a welcome relief from the storms that had been ravaging there area for the past week. The streets were still flooded though and the power was out as well, someone heard something about the power being restored with a few days. But this was during breakfast and no one really paid any attention to the TV. It was just a distraction to them, they focused on the food. Something was still cooking in the kitchen though. They had a wonderful sleep, especially since the sound of the storm wasn’t there to bother them last night. It was wonderful, like sleeping in peace after ages. Something was still cooking in the kitchen, they knew because they could hear it and smell it. School was on the agenda today, it fact it had been a distant memory for quite some time. It was like as if it was never ever there. The storms, yes that is what kept them away from the schools. But it will be fun today, because the storms had ended. They would do and take a dip in the local river. The storms had made the current too strong for them, but today they may be able to swim with ease. Then there was also the forest. It was just a bushel of trees, but they thought of it as if it was a forest. Children, they have a wild imagination. It is an innocent and beautiful thing that imagination is despite being wild that imagination. Then they heard the rumble, and they heard the neighbor shouting about telling her children to come back inside and her husband to put on something that could keep him dry and warm. The storm hadn’t left; it was just taking a break. That is how storms are they thought, they don’t really go away. 

Quartertoinsane is not insane as his username declares him to be. He's a talented writer and poet. Visit his blog the shinny pennies and the blinking lights!

Holding Court - Guest Post by Hanis

She holds court near her bedroom window,

Her captivated audience loyally awaits,

Hand pressed against protective bars,

Sigh escaping just before the whisper,

She's starting, a bright listener whispered to its neighbour.

Words poured forth emotions saturated,

Eyes expressive with untold stories,

Her lips formed the shape of a bittersweet smile,

The stars twirled and twinkled,

As they gave her their devoted attention,

The only ones who sits and listens,

To the secrets and feelings whispered,

From the bedroom window.

Hanis is one of my best blogger friends. The presence of her wonderful poem on my blog is due to my coercing skills. Haha. Thank you, Hanis! Visit her super awesome blog I Don't Do Boys. For more amazing material like this, visit her other blog, Glimpses.

500!

500 followers.

Wow.

I never thought I'd ever get this far. When I first made this blog, I was expecting 10 at the most. Of course, the content 3 years ago was much different than it is now, but still.

Thank you for showing so much interest in my life and for supporting me through all the hard times. Thank you all for reading my unending rants and sob-stories and never ever getting annoyed by them. Thank you for your truck-loads of advice and kind words. Thank you for being my friends when I had none!

Thank you all SO MUCH. I can never stop with the thank yous, haha. I love each and every one of you. You are all my best friends. It's been tough moving to a place where I knew no-one. Tough working to help my family out. Tough struggling to pay for my own tuition at 16. Tough losing a good friend to a car accident a year ago. But you guys gave me the strength to face everything. You made me happy with all your love packed in your comments. I am lucky and blessed to have friends like you in my life.

And thank you for being there with me through all the non-emo stages of my life too! I will never forget the help I received from all my blogger friends whenever I had a lame crush on a guy. All of you would always be so encouraging and so interested in my love-life! Haha. And how you all were totally accepting towards the multicolored posts I put up (which I still put up, in fact!). And when you guys would compliment the pictures I added with my Life Updates. And when we all exchanged a zillion blog awards. And when you would admire pictures of Drake with me. LOL! Seriously, I've had the best time ever with you all.

Blogging has helped me in a lot of ways. I can take all my negative energy and spew it out in words. Writing here has really gotten me through a lot. But more than that, your never ending support and love is what has been the most therapeutic for me.

Thank you Shiza, for being my 500th follower! ♥

The last few moments till I reached 500 followers were AWESOME. I was talking to 3 amazing bloggers while it happened. Lioness Without A Pride, Hanis, And Then There Were None and myself went crazy forming a massive comment thread.

The post that LWAP left on my timeline. Look at the amount of comments!

this is how it all began.

LWAP and I were going crazy waiting for the 500th follower (click to enlarge)

Here's when Hanis entered the conversation.

I took this opportunity to ask everyone to write a guest post for my blog.

Here's my reaction when a friend of mine messaged me, saying she wanted to follow my blog.

and here is the progression of comments from when we all refreshed the page to discover 500 followers!

here are the reactions from myself and LWAP. (click to enlarge)

and here is the epic conclusion to the comment thread. THANKS, And Then There Were None!

Finally, I would like to make a confession.

I'M A GUY.

Sorry about hiding that from you all this while, folks.

Voices.

This is what I look like:

This is what you would assume I looked like if you never saw me and only heard my voice:

This is 3-year-old me. And yes, I have maintained my hairstyle since then.

Believe me, it's true. Whenever I answer the phone at home, people always assume I'm a little girl and ask me in their slow "I'm-the-adult-here" way of speaking to hand over the phone to either my "MUMMY" or "GRANDMUMMY". No one believes by just hearing my voice that I'm an adult myself (or very close to being one anyway). 

It makes me wonder, how different can people actually look from the visions you have in your mind whenever you hear their voice? 

This usually happens to me whenever I listen to the radio. I keep on trying to imagine what the radio jockey looks like just by their voice, and I almost always end up wrong. I regularly have to face sore disappointment if I ever come across an RJ's photo, because seriously, they look absolutely NOTHING like their voices make them seem.

An example of what happened to me:

I heard an RJ's voice on the radio, and found it immensely attractive. The guy sounded hot, funny, and cute. But when I googled him, I was disappointed. He wasn't ugly at all, but he was just... average. It's funny how your perceptions of someone become nearly other-worldy when you get attracted to something of theirs. I got attracted to his voice, and forgot that he's a completely normal person, like you and I. An RJ's job requires them to be heard but not seen, and since you need to apply your own imagination to visualize something your hear, it's almost never the same.

This hasn't just happened with me. When I used to live in Dubai, I had Russian neighbors. Whenever I was bored, I would just walk across to their villa and hang out with them. They were always very welcoming, and were so comfortable with me around that they didn't mind me tagging along with them as they went about doing their chores. One of the members in that Russian household, a lady in her late twenties, was ironing her clothes and telling me about her work. It involved talking to a lot of clients via phone call. She told me that one of the clients of the company she worked in had a very lovely voice. He sounded so charming, so warm, so lively, so sexy that she couldn't help but start obsessing over how he must look like. Only using his voice to work on, she constructed an image of him as a good-looking young gentleman who probably wore his suit everywhere and had a crush-worthy face and a powerful presence. When she heard that he would be visiting her office building soon, she was naturally extremely excited. 

Alas, she said, when he entered the office, her entire vision of him collapsed. He was a short, portly man with a large moustache and a beer gut, and looked like he was somewhere around his 50s. He didn't even have a powerful aura! My neighbor told me that he looked somewhat like a hobo. She was understandably very disappointed.

It was like this for her, and I can totally relate.

My neighbor also confided in me that she was almost in love with his voice. I told her about my radio incident, and we agreed that we both had extremely bad luck (haha).

The above incidents make me totally terrified about finding out who really dubs the voice of Behlul (actor Kıvanç Tatlıtuğ) in Urdu for the Turkish drama Aski Memnu that has been airing in Pakistan these days (under the name of Ishq-e-Mamnoon). 

(HOPEFULLY NOT!!!!!)

I have never loved a guy speaking Urdu so much, and I fear that my vision of the dubbing artist as Behlul himself is at risk to be shattered completely. :(

This brings me to a question I wanted to ask you guys: Do you think YOU could ever fall in love with a voice? And if you ever have, then how was the experience? Were you disappointed when you discovered who owned that voice and how they looked like? Or was it like you found the perfect match to your imagination?

(If you answer in the affirmative to the last question, then I swear I'm positively GREEN with envy. Haha.)

Happy Birthday Russian Bear

Happy 21st birthday to my favourite person in the entire universe.
You're my best friend and more intelligent half.

I love you!

Furree

My First Rejection

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Today, I have decided to share one of my deepest, darkest secrets that I had been planning to take to the grave with me. But since I now find humour in this situation, I'm so totally writing a blog post about it!

This is the story of how I got rejected by one of the strongest crushes I have ever had.

I was only 13 when this incident happened. To this day, I'm still unsure about his age, though I'd probably say he was 15 when I first saw him.

To me, he looked like:

But in reality, he looked like:

I think puppy love does that to a person. It totally muddles up the brain and makes everything look wonderful when it's actually quite... average. I was a victim of this brain-mess-up! My friends had no idea what I saw in him (five years later, neither do I).

This epic crush-story began in the...

SCHOOL BUS.

Unlike the conventional bright yellow school buses the entire universe is accustomed to, my school bus was a strange shade of GREEN. (I think the colour contributed a whole lot to the 'strange' feelings felt in its confines.) 

Here's an incredibly detailed drawing I made to give all of you a crystal clear idea of the bus:

my drawings are just too vivid! :')

It all started during the middle of the first week of school. I got on the bus in the morning, made my way to the back where most of the girls usually sat. In the hour-long bus ride, we picked many students from their respective homes. Every time the bus stopped, a casual glance was directed towards the bus door in mild interest to see who was coming in.

AND THEN.

I SAW.

HIM.

It was exactly like this, minus the yellow background and floating hearts.

So began the stupidest and longest crush I ever had.

It went on for around nearly the entire school year, of which I spent 75% of the time staring at the back of his head with all my concentration, waiting for him to feel the telepathic waves I was sending him across the school bus. Since I was 13 at that time, I was way less gutsy and confident than I am now, hence "making the first move" was so totally not what I was ready to do.

During the first few months of this crush, he never even noticed my existence! Every time in the afternoon when I had to walk from the back of the bus to the front to exit it once my stop came, I passed him with my breath held and my heart jammed in my throat. AND HE NEVER NOTICED. Granted, I was going through my awkward stage that time and was, to put it kindly, not much of a looker, but it was pretty disappointing that I was a completely invisible person to him. I could have been one of the many pieces of used gum stuck under the bus seats for all he cared.

Anyway, doing what any unnoticed socially awkward teen does best, I stalked him on Facebook. I found his profile, and since his privacy settings weren't so strict, I could see one of his photo albums.

Ladies and gentlemen, that album was called:

"BODYBUILDER."

Now, if back then I were the way I am right now, I would have laughed my butt off and given up instantly. After all, what scrawny teen with no muscles posing in his tiled bathroom (with his t-shirt sleeves rolled up to show what were clearly not biceps but STICKS) would call himself a 'BODYBUILDER"? And what intelligent girl would fall for someone who thought the epitome of high-school success was to look like a complete douchebag?

Alas, I was a dumb fool, because at that time, my 13 year old mind processed this:

I added the duckface purely because i think he was quite capable of making it.

as this:

Image credit: http://favim.com/image/524055/

Yeah. I was an idiot.

Moving on, even though I stalked his Facebook profile a zillion times, I didn't have the courage to add him up for atleast a few months. One day, I mustered up all my courage and sent him a friend request. To my dismay, the next day he declined it and then BLOCKED ME. After being emo about it for a while, I trusted a good friend of mine to add him through her account, become friendly with him and then find out what he thought about me (because at that time, I was a persistent girl). After much convincing, my friend agreed to do my dirty work (and she was so lazy it took her like a couple of weeks just to add him). She became his Facebook friend and began Operation: Become My Friend's Crush's Friend.

FINALLY, after an agonizing month and a half, she came to me with news. But to my utmost horror, instead of just asking my crush what he thought about me, she TOLD HIM THAT I HAD A MASSIVE CRUSH ON HIM!!! That was so not my plan. I didn't want him to think that I liked him, let alone the fact that I obsessed over him every moment of everyday. I was so mad at my friend, but the feeling of anxiety and anticipation for his reply trumped that. 

AND DO YOU GUYS WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE REPLIED?????

me:

My dismay was also partially due to realizing that both my arms were sticking out from the left side of my body.

TOTALLY NOT HIS TYPE?! That was something I had never heard before regarding myself. I mean, what made me "totally not his type"? He didn't even know me!

The rage and sadness that ensued for the rest of the school year was pretty awful. I had to share the school bus with that evil cow, the guy who judged me before even knowing me. Here I was, holding the largest crush I had ever had in my heart, being all "omg-he's-so-cute" whenever the topic of him arose, and there he was being all "omg-she's-not-my-type-lolz"!

Obviously, the crush faded away very quickly after the rejection of my feelings. What I felt, though not being a 'heartbreak' (I was too young for that, seriously), was enough for me to realize that the idiot was not worth it. That, and the fact that another guy started taking interest in me so my attention was diverted to him (trust me, my middle and high school life involved a lot of better looking guys).

Today, around 5+ years later, this incident may not have played a role in changing the way I am as a person, but it has made me thankful about how I left middle and high school puppy love behind. And of course, when that idiot friend requested me a couple of days ago (I guess he unblocked me somewhere along the line), I declined his request and blocked him with a smile on my face.

The reason why I suddenly stopped blogging

HI! 

Remember me?

First of all, I would like to thank everyone who has stuck with me even though I've totally betrayed all of you by not fulfilling my promises of posting regularly. 

I would like to apologize for my hiatus, and I am writing this post to inform all of you guys about the reason why I stopped blogging these past few months.

Without further ado:

(the rest of this post is password protected. if you want to read it, email me at furreekatt@hotmail.com and i will send you the password. OR, if you have me on facebook, just send me a message!)

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FURREE KATT IS BACK, DAWGSSSSS!