Maybe one day…

maybe one day

…while I am having a cup of coffee, a movement catches the corner of my eye. You’d walk in, shaking off the rain. Two ticks on the clock, and our eyes meet. I’d give an awkward smile and look back down to my book, pretending to read. Perusing the menu, you make an order. The girl at the counter smiles while she processes the transaction. You head on over in my direction, clutching a table number and sitting on the table next to me.

It’s raining heavier now, I’d notice as the water drumming on aluminium roof intensifies. The slight hustle and bustle, the fragrant aroma of fresh brewed coffee and the slight tinge of nervousness asserts itself into my awareness.

The waitress carries over your order. A steak sandwich… and a pot of tea? Perhaps the next time you’ll get a coffee, time changes things, but I guess I like that you liked tea. You caught me looking, and gave me a smile. I notice the corner of your eyes crinkling in humour. Embarrassed, I shyly return the gesture.

And at that moment, we will both just know. Know it in a way that only we both could know. That it will all work out and things will be how they are supposed to be. No words needed to be said, it would have simply felt right.

I don’t know if these chance meetings will ever happen. If there really is an invisible string that is tied to someone, somewhere, pulling people together in the imminent future. And then reality sinks in. Yes, day dreams are great for hope and inspiration but it sure doesn’t pay the bills.

And even then, maybe, we weren’t meant for anything else. A vision to soothe my tired mind or a temporary thought that brings a smile. Perhaps eventually, someone else will replace my thoughts as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. Only to be nothing more than a sweet memory to be written in a paragraph in my journal. A note of someone who reminds me to hope and believe that it will all turn out all right somehow one day.

But maybe, just maybe one day…

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Hi, I’m Tinsel the Cat!

Hi, I’m Tinsel the cat – which by the way, is a superior species if you were to ask me. I have soft white fur, a pink nose and an attitude suited to royalty. I was adopted as a kitten by one named C and was eventually brought home to meet my most loyal human, K. Life was good.   There was always food, water and even the occasional fight with the housemate – a most annoying inconvenience if you ask me –  Satin, if I ever did get bored.

There is some slight competition with the human, C. How dare she compete with me for nuzzles? Does she not know her place?! Pfft.

Fortunately, I was blessed with these huge sad eyes that seem to melt people’s heart. And I learned how to use it. Hah! All it took was a look and these poor humans have got nothing on me.

Tinsel the cat

Yeap, that’s me up there being cute. Sheesh, these paparazzi’s never stop *flicks tail.

Unfortunately, being adorably cute has it’s drawbacks. Due to my sweet generous nature, I’m constantly besieged by adoring worshippers. It does get rather annoying sometimes, but I suppose I have to cater to my loyal fans. And thus, occasionally when I’m in a good mood, I’ll deign to allow some that I favour a chance to hug, pet and cuddle me.

…..what do you mean I don’t have a choice in the matter?!

Tinsel the cat

Yeap, there, right there.. that’s the spot….. #purr

Recently, a new human, S, kept visiting. I was initially wary, but she seemed non-threatening and things remained reasonably peaceful for a while… till my humans handed me to her. Those traitors!!

Thankfully, she was not as persistent as some of the tinier human’s I’ve met. Unfortunately, this particular human would still pounce when I’m unaware and bury her face in my fur.  However, I do have my methods for revenge – no, tempted as I may be, I’m not that vicious to claw her face off. Instead, this particular human has a fondness for black or dark clothings and hah! – my palace is full of booby traps for such unsuspecting souls. Touch me and face the consequences to your wardrobe meowr!

Tinsel the cat with Sherry the human

I am #notamused.

Oh well, I suppose I could allow this poor unfortunate soul the occasional pictures. Human, take it as a reward for constantly distracting C with your antics. I usually try to humour her by staying still for a while. After all, she’s going to eventually need those paws of hers for something else right?

Lately she’s been requesting to be adopted into this family. Pfft, fridge raiding? What kind of strategy is that? She’ll keep trying, but she should know her place – she’ll NEVER be as adorable as me.

Know your place, human.


ps. this human should really be posting stuff she’s had sitting in ‘draft’ since forever. Stop procrastinating human!

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