Have...you seen my pussy?

Cat? 

Come on...you know you saw that coming.

Remember Einstein? 

She was in my Nuffnang Blog Awards, here I come. post. 

Now I better point out that I'm not much of a cat person. They've always seemed too cold for my liking. Too calculating, too apathetic... too not nice. So it only seems perversely fitting that I'd find myself the owner of one. Thanks, by the way, god.

Meet Einstein. We found her one day crying outside our house compound. When I went out to check, there she was. Trapped in the drain outside.

So I picked her up, dusted her off and set her to dry.

Five minutes later, she's crawled back into the drain.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Finally after some consultation (aka begging and pleading) with my even bigger cat hater of a mom, she let us keep it. 

EInstein's done some pretty smart things, like discovering the speed of light as a new absolute, or coming up with the formula E=mc2. But our EInstein? Nuh uh. No way. She's about as blunt as a hammer. For the first week after she started living with us, we had to box Einstein up 24-7 because she kept wanting to sneak out and play with Spotty, the Doberman.


And now she's gotten herself lost.


It's been two weeks already and I fear I'll never see Einstein again. We call out for her everyday and even Spotty's helping in the search - he's gotten quite fond of the kitty. If anybody near Sungai Petani sees a kitten that looks like the one above, you know who to call.

By the way, sorry for the misleading title. 

To make up for it, here's a picture of me naked.

Okay, no seriously. 

Here's a picture of me naked below the belt.

Go back to work, everybody.