Cat High cats.
For some unknown reasons, breeding occurs ever so often in the NCC(Land) store. We had cockroaches(not that random; guys can't keep things clean), maggots(not too random either; guys leave stuff like burgers over-weekends in school), and perhaps a hell load of other flies and other assorted household pests.I didn't fuck any pussies at all, so why was there a cat in our store?! And it gave birth to four kittens in a box that was meant for A4 size papers. It's scary, really. I never knew the profound impact our store has on mating and procreation. Stuffing 20+ virile young men bursting at their seams with testosterone in a small room would certainly have adverse effects on the environment(and the room). Perhaps this is retribution. Just retribution.
I even took pictures of the family of 5. But the mother cat ran off. I think 10+ young men shouting and all scared the mother out of her wits, and she just had to run away and abandon her newborns. I don't know. Perhaps we were really scary. Or maybe it doesn't take much to scare a cat. Or maybe her maternal instincts weren't strong enough. Or maybe it's just a very weird amalgamation of all of the above. I don't really know ahaha.
Here are some pictures, because if a picture paints a thousand words. Nah, I'm not emotional enough to complete that verse.
Here goes:
Traumatizing, really.
After yet another session of Khavadi, we played a wee bit of soccer and then went for dinner at J8. WC's birthday siol! Or rather, just a belated celebration. And for some unknown reason we were split into two, and BW and I went over to KFC to buy food to makan at Mac's with WC and LS. And I got my school uniform stained with chili sauce! The table erupted in laughter. I like this kind of stupid things I somehow leak out every now and then. It's just refreshing.
And we made bets on who from KFC would come over first. Perry won lah, he placed his bet on Clement. And the four of us won LS. He didn't bet that SC would be the runner-up. Sad. He owes us like meals. Easy free meal.
And the bus ride home was fucking random. SC, BW, DH, YCC, WC, and I were boarding bus 88 when Eric, Hubert and GZK just suddenly popped in. Were raring to sing the birthday song to WC, but realized that it'd be rather much of a disgrace to the school and all. Not so much on the school, but potential parang-ers could be around. I don't want to die young.
So we didn't do it after all. Yea.
So ends another exciting Friday night in the life of an exciting Cat High student.
Oh by the way, since the mother ran off, we called Ms. Chow down. She was skeptical but appeared anyway. And Ms. Qiu came along also. We called the SPCA, since the mother cat seems averse to the iFea of collecting her dying babies. Yes, they were shivering in cold. I don't understand why LS won't allow people to cover the box they were in with something like a uniform. I mean, it'd insulate the box and keep them warmer while not suffocating them, right? Never mind. They didn't die after all I guess.
Don't know what'd happen on the SPCA's end though.
Life is cruel. Be even worse to it.
-- 2/22/2008 11:57:00 PM