koko is uninspired

Dear Koko fans,

please stop visiting this blog until I am once more inspired. See, Ocu has gone to KUIS and I am so sad. I am sad because if I puke, no one is going to clean up the mess. And if I stand by the fridge door for milk, no Ocu comes to pour me the milk. If I wait for shima to come back from work I'd be growing a beard already. And I know that grandma Opah is sad too. Because Ocu sleeps in her room all the time and they listen to korean songs together. And only Ocu tells grandma Opah to eat her nasi or she'll be babapped. Nobody else in the house knows how to use the babap word because Dewan Bahasa and Pustaka haven't published it in the latest BM dictionary yet.

I've promised Ocu that I wouldn't write about her anymore so I will change the topic. Peáh, that cat version of tarzan, has done it again, just like Britney. She's gotten pregnant and most probably will beranak on the 3rd floor, again. This means that her new kittens will run all over the plaster ceiling, like the last batch, and freak everybody out at night. And just like last time, no one knows who the father is this time around either. Actually, last time everybody thought the kittens were Fasha's but they all came out looking like Dimot. But now that Dimot's been snipped, Dimot should certainly be innocent. Unless Dimot got clever and untied his fallopian tubes, which is highly improbable because he's male (the clever part).

With Ocu so far away in Bandar Seri Putra, and Mama Boss and Big Boss even further away in the Arab continent, I think shima's feeling the general sense of boredom cause she says she's going to Penang for some serious brain racking activities and adventure, literally. Jah must be sad too cause she wants to go sun bathing in Phuket and get a tan and Armand says he's going to Terengganu to hunt some wild boars by Bukit Depu. Grandma Opah also said she wants to go to Perak, but thats what she says all the time so I'm not sure how serious she is. So if everyone's going away, I wonder who's going to feed me and clean up my litter box.. If I was one of Peáh's kids I would be flinging myself against the sliding door trying to break free (thats what happens when you grow up on the third floor of someone's house for 12 weeks). But I'm smarter than that so I think I'll just kick Dimot around and make him cry. Hopefully Tok Non or some other paid bodyguard will be around to let me out and refill the milk bowl. And maybe this time I can totally scratch that new leather sofa in Jah's room without being told off.

I need to find Comu and get some things off my untrimmed chest.

signing off,

koko
the anti-Peáh