An update on Cats.. And other Miaws.

Cookie dearest finally managed to get into the carrier/box thing yesterday. I felt really bad, but then again it was for his own good! Really. It was.. *Stops making self feel bad*.. So anyways, I got him in the box, we got to the vet and there were two dogs there. Roaming around, happily. They were so gorgeous.. So they came to smell Cookie's cage, and he began scratching from inside his cage. I was busy giving details to the receptionist.. And then I saw, that the dog was trying to sniff out Cookie. The receptionist took the dog, and I calmed Cookie down. He looked at me with the most droopiest, most saddest looking expression, EVER. I took him inside to the vet, and he climbed so close to me, and just curled up in a fluffy ball and kept coming closer and closer to me. My heart melted! He was so fluffed up, and so scared, that he just kept his paw on my tummy until the vet took the thermometer out of his backside. She was really sweet to him though.. She said that he had an infection in his throat, hence the coughing fits.. I'm glad I finally took him!! *Phew*.. But anyways, we got home, and mum was feeling terrible, just as I was.. So she gave him some treats, and he started purring all around my mums legs, and looking so cute!! Awwwe!! Obviously, after that he just wouldn't even go close to his box/carrier.. I wonder why..

Yesterday afternoon, Cookie did the most funniest and sillyest thing ever! There was this cat in the garden, who isn't known to be that friendly.. Him and Cookie always start *Growl* *Maaaaww*-ing at eachother.. Albeit Cookie just started learning how to do that, but still! The cat was right next to Cookie, making all those -get-away-from-me-you-fluffy-thing-I'm-cuter-than-you-are- noises, and Cookie wouldn't budge. He sat there, smelling the rose bush.. FOR HOURS. I mean, this cat was about to jump on him, and start a fight, but Cookie dearest sat there, smelling the ground, turning his back on the other cat, and just sniffing some sort of gunk. Tsk Tsk.. What do I do with him??

Mum told me that the other day, Mister ran up the tree to distrupt a little birdy meeting, up on the tree's.. He got really excited, and just ran up a tree, and made all the birds fly away. Minutes later he came back down, really upset.. I mean, to think.. He was so incredibly subtle as well.. *shakes head..*

Shafina and Faisal bhai's cat, Frosty.. Is the most fluffiest, most chubbiest little thing ever. He is soo pretty! He's COMPLETELY white, with a pink nose, pink paws, pink ears, pink tongue, and a flashy pink collar with a bell on it.. (Trust them to put a pink bell on a boy. *Tsk*) He's so cute, and from all the stories about him, I've heard, he sounds like a right little mister.. Oh yes he does!!

Moving on from.. Cats. Here are other things I had to mention.. Or so I thought I had to..

- 16 days till the world cup!! WOO HOO!!! I'm going out on Saturday and buying myself a huge england flag, since SOMEONE has stolen it, and is just too embarrased to accept it. We all know she has it in her house, but because of her history of theiving, she doesn't want to tell me.. Tsk.

- The french cookie's are long gone. I miss them.. Oh that beautiful taste, and sigh.. If I had a box of those, everyday, I wouldn't eat anything, and be content with those little pieces of heaven. Just one, is all I ask for.. One little bite. One small touch. And to see my eyes have a glistening tear at the side, as I pick it up, and bring it closer.. and closer to me. My mouth opening slightly, as I take the long awaited bite, and then let out a sigh of relief.. It stays in my mouth, as my mind realises, it's finally there. I'm finally holding it in my hand.. It slowly turns in my mouth, as all the goodness just flows right out, down my throat, into my tummy.. Where I feel warm again.. *Shakes Head.. In dissappointment*.. They really shouldn't be allowed to make cookie's..

- It brings me great sadness to tell you all, that, there is someone in this very house, who won't be supporting England, for the world cup. I won't pick on any names, but Faisal bhai said he's going to support BRAZIL. GASP. GASP. Oh, have I said far too much? *Whistles innocently*.. I shall go and buy everything to do with england, and put it all over the house, -oh mum, sorry for spoiling your deco, with all of it, but we all know you'll be back on the ladder soon anyways. It's been a long time. It's due.. *cough cough* - and especially in his bedroom. It's war, I tell you.. He talks about Brazil winning, that's one sock on his son that says "GO!!" .. Another word, and the second sock comes on saying.. "ENGLAND".. So yes. I assure you, this will get ugly. Anyone, not supporting England, stand back.. I am armed and dangerous *Puts on big, fat, dark sunglasses on..*

- My exams start tomorrow.. I'm pretty calm about it. I think I need to take it easy, and just try my best.. I mean, I have technically been living in my books.. So I hope it all pays off tomorrow and day after!! =D

- Yousuf bobble-head, told me he liked me better than his other masi. Now obviously, I told him to be honest when I asked him.. He smiled his head off when I said, "Anisa masi bad! Sanaa masi good!!".. I just don't know which bit he laughed at. Hmm.

- I opened my purse yesterday. It was really, really fat. I felt so chuffed, that I finally had some money in there!! I opened it, and a big huge tissue fell out..!! Yep, that's what made it fat. A big huge disgusting tissue that wasn't even mine. *shudder*

- If Cookie could talk I think he'd say the following:
" Get lost. No I don't like Salmon, get it right will you!! It's TUNA that I like.. T-U-N-A. And no, that jingly ball doesn't entertain me.. However you do! Go on! Fall down the stairs again! Go on! Go on!!"

- I've been awake for an hour, and I've already started procrastinating.

- I'm going to go now, and revise Social influences and research methods. And find out, to what extent Zimbardo's Prison Experiment is unethical and why it lacks ecological validity. Yummy.

..And she's off to study.

Random Something - For Rakhshi (in particular).

"..Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists.. It is real.. It is possible. It's yours.." - Ayn Rand