Not enough

As if grabbing me is not enough, my baby sister is now resorting to grabbing MY toys! And right under my very own nose! She should be thanking her lucky stars that I'm not stealing... I mean sharing HER toys.

No peace

Will there never be peace on earth anymore?



Now my baby sister's favourite hobby is trying to grab any part of me she can get her chubby fingers on.

Same difference

My baby sister and I have more in common than what others think....

Spot the similarities

Bulimic me?

My M thinks that there's a mystery going on. And it's gotta do with my dinners and tummy.

Strangely for the past few weeks, whenever I eat at Grand M's home (my GrandM cooks my dinner when I go over with my baby sister), I will regurgitate a portion of my dinner. Sometimes it's almost immediate, like 5 minutes after dinner. Sometimes I wait til we're on the way home before puking downstairs.

However, I can keep my dinner in my tummy when I eat at my own home. And the other day I had dinner at my Grand MM's home and I didn't puke too.

So my M wondered why do I only puke at my Grand M's home when I'm being fed the same food. The only difference is the cooking method. She thinks that GrandM adds too much water when boiling my meat so I end up with a very soupy dinner and that's what caused the puking. But GrandM argued that my big brother Herbie used to eat the same thing without any problems. She even made sure the meat was thoroughly cooked to kill all 'germs'. I guess my M didn't tell her sometimes I get raw meat, so uncooked meat is perfectly fine with me.

So now my M is testing to see if it's really the different cooking methods. She cooked my dinner personally at GrandM's house last night and I didn't puke. So she'll be trying it a few more times to see if the change in the cooking method helps.

Does anyone have any idea why I only puke at my GrandM's place? Maybe it's the fengshui?

My protector...

My M's leg.... the only thing that is saving me from my baby sis's evil clutches.

Yes, apparently she was released early from jail for 'good behavior'.

Vroom Vroom

After reading Joey's post, I realised that my M and Aunty G bought the same vroom vroom!

My M came home last week with this big box and said that it's a vacuum cleaner.



She said that now that my baby sister has learned how to crawl, we can't have tumbleweeds at home. But we don't live in a desert, where did the tumbleweeds come from? So my M said I'm a silly boy and it's my fur. In that case, shouldn't it be called tumblefur?



Anyway, my M said it's all because of my fur that the floor now has to be cleaned everyday. Ans she's too tired to do it everyday after work, so she got a robot to do it for her. She even got the 'Pet Series' one.

My fault again


So we opened the box to check out what's inside.







Then after getting it all together, my M switched it on. And that thing CAME ALIVE!! It moves on it's own!! I was curious yet scared of it. What happens if it decides to attack me? See how I try to check it out cautiously?



Then Aunty Viv sent my M a video clip of this very brave kitty who managed to tame the wild beast and said maybe my M should train me to do the same.

brave kitty


I hope my M doesn't really try it. My bum is too big, besides, I might crush the thing.

Now my M hopes that someone will invent automatic bedsheet changer, clothes ironer and clothes folder.

I spy with my little eye....

Can you see what I see?



A kitty cat! Hiding in the bush this morning! But my M forbids me to go after them, so I can only stand and stare, hoping that kitty cat will come to me instead so that I can have an excuse to play.

Anyone knows how to make kitty cats come closer?