Maxie’s offspring.
Gentle soul.
These are my granma’s dogs. They’re not pampered like Babeng and eat whatever scraps they can get but seem happy enough with any passing attention. Nobody gives them baths, treats or walks but when you stoop down and tickle their ears, they wag hard enough to leave red marks on your legs. Nice doggies. I wish I could take them home.
friends – for now., originally uploaded by grouchiosa.I was trawling through my pictures in Flickr when I found a bunch of old pics of George and Atti. Hahaha. The good old days when a pooping machine didn’t control our lives, eh guys? :)
Sometime around 0300, I jerked awake to a strange whine/howl/yelping. I immediately jumped to where Stinky was sitting bolt upright, having heard the same noise I had. Then we realised what the noise was: Babeng was having some sort of happy dream and was thrashing her legs in the air while making the unearthly noises that woke us up. We giggled a bit watching her before going back to sleep. George was so annoyed by the disturbance that he stalked off and slept outside.
I haven’t written about George and Atticus in a while. It isn’t because they’ve fallen from grace, quite the reverse if anything, but because when compared to Babeng, they’re absolute angels, and absolute angels don’t really inspire blog rants 
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However I do want to share something about Atti that never fails to make me silently thank God for having rescued him.
Atti doesn’t make much of an appearance except at mealtimes and bedtime. He prefers to curl up in one of the many boxes we still haven’t unpacked from the move. It wasn’t always this way, but Atti is and always has been rather shy and he dislikes Babeng’s rambunctious ways. Come bedtime however, Atti morphs into the most loving, warm and needy cat in the world. He’ll squeeze himself under your armpit, he’ll want to touch noses, he’ll lick any part of you he can reach, but best of all he makes you feel that you’re the reason for his happiness.
Hey Atti, we love you. You’re part of our happiness too.
The parents are in town so I’ve let them take over my queen-sized bed while I’ve moved to the guest bedroom with the bunk beds.
5 minutes ago I found Babeng on top of the lower bunk beside a wet patch of pee, happily chewing on my bantal busuk (safety pillow?).
God help me but I yelled at her and gave her a spanking.
And I’m not sorry.
Yet.
Babeng got electrocuted.
As usual Stinky gave her brekkie before going for his shower. I was still napping on the bed with the cats. Suddenly we heard a loud yelp followed by the sound of scrambling. Curious, I got up and found her standing in the middle of the second bedroom. She looked alright, if a bit dazed (but pugs always do don’t they, or else they look stubborn), so we thought it was nothing and forgot all about it.
Till we found Stinky’s chewed up cellphone charger – which was still connected to the electrical outlet and NOT TURNED OFF.
Sigh. It’s funny now but I shudder to think of the what could have beens.
Babeng has learnt new commands: down, shake hands, turning around (CW and CCW), tunnel and over. Maybe stay.
I’m a happy bunny.
