Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts

Friday, November 22, 2013

Dried Fish on the Chao Phraya

While it was only a month ago, it feels much longer.  Was I really there?  Did I really have a holiday? Here are two of my favorites I took from the trip.

Drying fish on the Chao Phraya

One very rainy morning we did a boat tour of the Chao Phraya river in Bangkok.  I am sure it was an ordinary day for locals.  A novelty for us after living in the desert so long.  Even though the rained pelleted our eyes, our fingers wrinkled and we were soaked, it was welcomed.

We went to a cafe for lunch along the river.  It was there that I saw this woman putting some fish out to dry.  I kept my camera on the table as we ordered our food.

My husband laughingly asked me,  "Why are you keeping your camera there?  What are you waiting for?  A cat to come steal the fish or something?"

Of course you never know what might happen.

Fifteen minutes later his question was answered.  Why yes… it seemed I was waiting for exactly that.

I often tell him I can predict the future, but I've never quite been this good at it before.

Stealing fish on the Chao Phraya

Friday, February 10, 2012

Cats Are Not Pets

Someone posted on Facebook the other day she was being evicted because her neighbors complained that she had dogs.  There are people who have dogs or other pets in the UAE, however they are not always allowed in most apartments.  I find most people in the Middle East are not big pet people and it is typically us Westerners who have them.

I love my pets.  My only condition to move to Turkey many years ago was that my dog could join me.  So when we moved to Dubai for sure I was not going to leave our two cats behind.  When we finally found a place, I noticed the contract had a no pet clause. “No pets allowed”.  I was not sure how strict this would be enforced, so for sure I was worried.

When I told this to one of my husband’s colleagues who is from the region and has lived in Dubai for many years, he ensured me there was nothing to worry about.   He said I shouldn’t have even brought up the subject.  However, since I did, the next time I went to the apartment office I was to tell the person working in the office “cats are not pets”.  What? 

As crazy as it sounds, when I went to sign the contract and the guy asked me about them, I thought about it for half a second and did as instructed.  “Well you know they are cats, and cats are not really pets”.   I couldn’t even believe those words came out of my mouth.  The guy paused for a second, looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and said, “Okay. Sign here."  What?

Needless to say I was in shock and had to control myself from laughing hysterically.  That was just about the craziest thing I have ever told someone and they so easily obliged.

In retrospect, it really was no big deal.  There are a few people in our complex who have dogs.  There are many signs that go up in the elevators about how this is against policy.  The dogs are still here.  Perhaps someone complains, but it is not enforced.  The dogs are on leashes so it is fine.

I tested this logic again here several years later.  I went to pick my husband up from work one day.  There is a small pick up area where I waited.  It was taking a few minutes, so I continued to wait.  I could see the security guard getting uncomfortable.  He came over to tell me I was in a no parking area.  I simply told him, “I am not parking”.  Like the guy who worked in my apartment office, he said “Okay” and walked off.

I feel like I have discovered some sort of super power.



Monday, December 22, 2008

Cats...so much to write, so little time


Therefore, i will just leave you with a thought for the day...seems more realistic as I have a lot to say, but it just comes and goes.

One of our cats, Megan, was feeling a bit under the weather on Saturday morning. She came to us as we were playing with Erin early in the morning. We thought she just wanted a comfy stuffed animal to lay on, but actually she was shaking and didn't really enjoy being touched. Although I am touched that she still let Erin pull on her ears and pet her - animals never cease to amaze me!

We went to the vet and she had a slight fever, so she got an antibiotic and anti-inflammatory injection. I went out and finished the Christmas shopping and by the time I came home she was purring and licking my nose again. Thankfully. She is only about 10 years old or so, so I think its too early for her, or Emma, our other cat, to leave us just yet. She continues to be fine and enjoys eating and laying around the house.

Today I was cleaning out my wallet from the shopping receipts and came across the invoice from the vet.
Patient: Megan
Details: Consultation, Lethargic

...Umm, excuse me, but isn't that what cats do? Lethargic is their middle name!! I mean, yes she wasn't herself and we couldn't describe it, but I think loss of appetitie or not sliding across the kitchen floor for a can of tuna is more appropriate...

Anyway, just struck me as kind of funny. However, we are all so glad she is back to her normal hungry self.