How true.
We are currently living with two teenage hooligans - Michael & Lincoln (after the hunks in Prison Break in which these critters turned out to be the total opposite). Michael is on the journey to embrace his newfound adulthood; he is currently courting another girl cat we called Flufflelina because she is so fluffy, and constantly showers her with gifts like dead birds and decapitated rats and stale baguette from somebody's trash.
Lincoln, on the other hand, if he is a teenage boy, he would probably spend his days listening to My Chemical Romance CD, putting thick eyeliner around his eyes and donning a hairstyle in which a heavily gelled fringe would cover half his face because let me tell you, he is the perfect persona of the emokids you see on the streets because he sulks all the time, especially after we scold him when he refuses to share the food bowl with his little brother (not Michael). He would walk to the corner of the wall, sit there for hours, and give us this look that probably says, "I hate you & the world around me." And try calling him Ling-Ling, he would die before he responds to that.
But most of the times they never fail to make our day driving to work seeing their pawprints on the windshield, and we would have a guess which one was the culprit. Usually Michael was to be blamed because he was always gallivanting around to impress his girlfriend. Or if the pawprints were a lot bigger it was probably their bushy-tailed uncle, Aloysius.
It is also comforting to find whenever we come home from work, they are already waiting at the gates, slapping each other in a friendly, brotherly battle.
Here's a confession: Aside from the financial situation, these two lovelies (however bratty they may be especially when they knocked on the window at 4 am to show their newly caught prey and we had to praise, "Good boy!" like 5 times before they decided it was satisfying enough to stop meowing all night long) also contribute to one of the many reasons we are delaying our move to the condominium.
Who says being childless is the life of losers and unhappiness? In your face, (not our) parents!
4 comments:
ooh. paw prints on newly-washed cars ... i love them too. brings smile on my face. mostly because it's not my car.
and who says being childless is the life of loser and unhappiness? of course, having a child gives you a different kind of happiness and purpose. but upon having a brat of your own, you'll start to yearn for those happier times when you're brat-less.
happiness is just a state of mind. some losers are happy being losers.
Well, it seems there's a scheme somewhere among the folks: study - graduate - get married - have kids = BLISSFUL LIFE! And when people don't have any, whether it's due to planning or God's work, suddenly it entails them to judge of what a failure of a woman we've become. BLASPHEMY!
Which is why I plan to move to Russia soon where nobody knows me. Let me know if you will be visiting around Rostov-on-Don, will ya?
Uh, should I be offended, you think? I am a parent!
Parents who paksa me to become parents like them lah Azah. Don't get too easily offended, this is SO not you.
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