hey, it's not that i hate cats. just not fond of it. however, sudah terlanjur 24 jam hidup bersama kucing makes me dislike them (i still think HATE is not the word). imagine, you live with them not stay ya because they carry out different meaning. but for those who are crazy about cats, even the cat's poo still smell nice. that's out of topic. even the moment i'm writing this, there is a cat licking its fur next to my feet.
i cannot. seeing the cat sitting on the same table while you are having breakfast, lunch and dinner waiting for you to feed it/them. wandering at your feet, sleeping next to you while you are watching your favourite movie on your beautiful-and-new-jati couch-but-with-lots-of-cats' fur-on-it. and the fur(s) [if i could add an S to it!] on your shirt, your pants, your jeans, your tudung and you are full of cats' fur when you are lepak-ing with your buddies. and your bras and panties too because you wash them together with those shirts.
and the cats spray like, everywhere.
i miss my mum.