Sunday, June 5, 2011

a sight for sore eyes

Seven years ago we made a decision that changed our lives.
My husband and I took in (bought) a 2 month old cat (from Penang) who at that time was a tiny one and could fit into my husband's pocket shirt. We named him Woody because of his colour and we never looked back. Since then we've breeded 10 of Woody's offsprings and 5 grandchildren.
After several deaths, a disappearance and some giving away, only 6 remain with us.

And they are indeed a sight for sore eyes, a source of comfort and joy and above all, our children.

Can't imagine life without them.


AxL Farhan said...

awww, that's so cute. :-)

lisa said...


Mustafa Farhan said...

wanna hug woody someday.

Sher said...

come over to the house and you can do that Paan! ;)

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