Too hot, too cold.

The Malaysian weather can't be more ambivalent around this time of the year as it vacillates between rain and shine. Seemingly confused as to whether it'd be more fun to dehydrate the earthlings, or to make them moan and whine over wet laundry. Interestingly, when it's scorching hot, the cats usually sleep outside under the shade of the front porch, between potted plants or underneath cars. They don't seem to mind the heat as much as we do. But when it rains, they scamper into the house. Most of the time they dislike water, but some of my cats would dash through the rain just to escape having to be kept inside when they feel like we're trying to restrict their freedom to party all night. This is especially the case with Jessica. She's quite the popular one on our street as for some reason, the tom cats in the area are so attracted to her even though she can't fulfill their "needs" and she doesn't have an affable personality either. In fact, she's quite the catty bitch and if you get on her bad side, she will be very persistent about chasing you into the ditch and then walk away with a piece of your ear as a trophy. Heck, she'll nip you even if you're on her good side so you can go ahead and label her crazy. Despite being Medusa, she's got a boyfriend or two ever so willing to be at her beck and call. And we humans love her nonetheless which may be why she's developed a bossy 'my way or the highway' attitude.   

"This slab of concrete is MINE. This plant I'm basking under is also MINE. Along with everything else you think you own" - The Tuxedo Princess

While Jessica won't surrender her well-guarded territory even in a hailstorm, the rest aren't so keen to stay out if the sky is weeping and throwing lightening tantrums. The older ones are particularly sensitive to bad weather. Too hot or too cold, they'll surely start to show signs of illness.

Kiki has been having health problems for awhile now due to her age. But lately she's been feeling more and more inclined to sleep all day. She's less alert too causing her to act and look more like a drunken sailor/senior cat as the days go by. Even so, Kiki still has an appetite and she hasn't dropped her duty as our personal tummy masseuse just yet. This one can't resist kneading our bellies when we sit or lie down in the living room. Sometimes, she makes sure she warms us up too by sitting on our stomachs like a warm loaf of bread. She doesn't expect anything in return other than maybe a shoe to sleep in when she feels like it. It's true, she likes to sleep in shoes although she's much too big to actually fit in any of ours but she'll try. A little fur on our shoes is just a small price to pay for all the love and attention Kiki showers us with. 

Napping through an episode of American Horror Story.
Kiki will likely sleep through  any blood-curdling scream no matter how high the octave but the minute you attempt to take a picture of her snoring, she will open an eye and let you know she's been watching all along.