my dad was being funny earlier tonight. when we just arrived home, okat-my cat, a male cat, 3 years old or so, I honestly kind of forget-suddenly came and-as usual-begged for food. then my dad opened the side door-the door that leads you to the side of the house where we usually keep laundries and take care of our kittens (that all have died but okat)-to let okat go there. well I thought he was going to give okat his food but turned out he just shut it down and laughed. and no, he did not give okat his food. (well in the end I gave okat the food and after he finished all of his meal he went out to continue his ‘date’)
it kind of reminds me to a habit-well, this thing sort of happens really often, I don’t know whether it could be categorized as a habit or not-before I moved in to this house. it was a long time ago, I was still in junior high school or so. I had a cat named ipan. she was a beautiful skinny black cat. all black. I gave her the name ipan because when I first decided to take care of her as my pet I can’t decide whether she is a she or a he. so the name ipan was choosen because…well it’s actually supposed to be ‘ivan’ and is actually a name for a quite famous public figure that (might) have relation with syahrul gunawan (the pernikahan dini dude). oh well. you know.
so I used to cook tongkol-some call it ‘Indonesian tuna’-for ipan for her meal. but damn, when being fried-or when being rested after being fried-tongkol smells so damn good. appetizing. so instead of giving the tongkol to ipan, i eat the tongkol myself. tehee. what do you expect, I’m a (coughs) girl with a really big appetite for almost every food. now that I think about it again I feel so rude. but whatever. I never do that again anyway. hehe