The bold and the beautiful

Now that I've introduced you to every important cat in my life, its time to talk about me for a change. Oh wait, we're forgetting someone here...Fasha. Fasha is important too, for when I tell you the story of when Dimot fell in love.

Fasha. No misai kontot here eh..

When Fasha arrived at the back door last year, all the humans in the household thought she was bold and beautiful, so they called her Fasha, you know, after that hot malaysian actress who, according to Mak Yang, breaks up everyone's relationships (Mak Yang is where we get all our Malaysian artist's news from, cause everyone else can't be bothered). It turns out later that Fasha was a he: Jah watched Fasha from behind one day and made the announcement during dinner: Fasha jantanlah!!! something like that anyway.

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Assuming Jah was talking about Fasha the cat, well, of course I knew that already, and it wasn't a big deal for me either (being neutered and all). But even though, Fasha is perhaps the epitome of male cats. Handsome, cool, macho and orange. Now to Ocu, that would be like the hunky guy from that silly Korean group Suju, she paid 500 ringgit to see just so that she could scream in front of him in concert (without telling Mama Boss, ---oops sorry Ocu). I mean, 10 people in a group? come on. To Jah, that would be the hunky guy she married, cause now she doesn't have a choice. To Ini, that would be the hunky doctor she met yesterday in class and sent a fb message to shima just to say how devastatingly cute he was. And to shima, that would be the hunky.... ok lets forget shima, she's just confused.

See, let me demonstrate how hunky Fasha is. Fasha would open his mouth and the miow sound wouldn't even leave yet and he'd be served food. Peáh and half the female cat population in Bangi and the surrounding areas were wobbling themselves all over Fasha. I mean, nearly all the restaurants in Bangi had frightful orange kittens with Fasha's walk or miow. Fasha was king, just like Jacko was king, minus the plastic nose.

But one day Fasha showed up with a huge bump on his face and it was so big he almost looked like he had two heads. Comu told me--over three suspenseful days--that Fasha had a fight with some beruks and probably got an infection. I sat silently and watched as Shima and Jah took him away in a box, probably to that pet clinic who shaved me shiney and killed my self-esteem.

But Fasha died a few days later. I really want to blame Ocu for forgetting to give him his antibiotics, but lets leave the past in the past. (*Ocu is guilty*). Before he died, Fasha tried to hide in the back room but Tok Non a.k.a Mr Clueless shoo-ed him away. I found the remains of Fasha's bright orange fur and skull at the bottom of the hill. Apparently Jah did too, cause she made the announcement at dinner that night: Fasha dah mati!!

Arwah Fasha Sandarr

Since this piece of old news still makes me choke, I will go now and have a nap.