on my way

15 December 2007

I'm back from camp, and I forgot to bring my voice with me. It was worth it... it was fulfilling and fun. I won't bother to summarise it. It's one of those things that needs to be experienced rather than told about. (And also because there's too much to cram into one entry.)

Movies...! The Cat Returns is an excellent one. Its story is enchanting and the cats are so adorable. It's not a film that tries to be deep and philosophical, but as with all aesthetic creations, you can catch something from it.

Now that I think about it, I don't think I've lived a single day of my life without an animal in the household. Usually it was a cat. Our first one was Calvin. Cool name for a cat right? Then there was Brownie the cocker spaniel, whom we sold after he destroyed our wooden kitchen cupboards. Lucky was a kitten who met an unfortunate end... which I'd rather not talk about. Jacky was a grumpy girl... named after my sister, no less. She started getting mental a few years ago... then she went. When Jacky was around, in came Cow and Milk. In fact, there were two Cows, both explored and never came back. They're probably wandering around the neighbourhood, grown up and all. Duchess joined us one or two years ago... and now it's just her and Milk.

Sometimes, there would be a couple of turtles... or angelfish... and then were rabbits too... at one point, there were sixteen birds at home. Sixteen! Coincidentally, the balcony was beginning to resemble a forest by then - in a way, it was appropriate.

It would be nice to be a cat, and just laze around in the sun the whole day, not having to look out for others... but that's a cat's job. I have more to do!

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