See this Stoopid Fwower...

Mine Mummy came back fwom China with so many toys for That Thing and see what she gotted me!
This stoopid fwower!
I don't even know what to do with it!

pictors

Yay! So I can finawwy get all the pictors fwom mine Mummy's camewa out for all mine fwiends to see.
Here's China and Hong Kong and although I studied all the pictors wong and hard, I still do not understand what it is they have that is better than being next to me and why is it that mine Mummy wikes to go away and not stay wight here to snuggle with us.

Well, so here is the view fwom mine Mummy's fwiend house. Wemember the wast twip mine Mummy went over, she helped this fwiend move house?
This fwiend stays in Shenzhen, wight next to the Hong Kong border and the hills you see is Hong Kong. The fwiend stopped wenting a house in Hong Kong and so mine Mummy has to stay in Shenzhen and commute to Hong Kong evewyday.This is the view of the Customs at night.
The first week mine Mummy went, her fwiend was away. So mine Mummy stayed the whole week awone in her fwiend's house and helped her fwiend doggy-sit. How can she do that! To weave me and That Thing back here and go all the way there to doggy-sit someone else's woofie!

Well, and being all awone there, she had nothing much to do except have wessons with her teacher, pwactice, and of course, wook for exciting pwaces to go to.
So mine Mummy went to the Hong Kong Wetwand Park.
Mine Mummy wikes the pwace. It's nice she says, so do visit it if anyone of you go Hong Kong.
A dwagonfwy moulting.
Yummy birdies taking a bath.
Pwetty isn't it?


Spot the yewwow butter-fwying thing?
Vewy yummy birdies vewy far away.

More butter-fwying things.

Cwabs!
This is the bus mine Mummy takes to the Customs.
Mine Mummy, being a perpetuawwy hungwy person, of course has to have food featured in her twip to China.
Eating in Hong Kong is expensive and so mine Mummy cooks at home instead.
Evidence of mine Mummy pwacticing hard.
This....is rice with bwead and eggs and chicken.
Why rice with bwead? Well you see, one day, mine Mummy found she had onwy vewy wittle wice weft, and being the perpetuawwy hungwy thing she is, it's not enough to fill her up. And she was too wazy to go out and buy some. And there was bwead at home. So it went to her not-too-bwiwwiant-mind to cook the wice and the bwead together.
And the wesult was....

a somewhat "exotic" tasting dish.
Here's something more normal. Mushwooms, vegetables, chicken and wice.
One fine day, mine Mummy decided to take pictors of the sunwise fwom her fwiend's house.
So she woke up at 5am, set up her camewa and got all weady for the sunwise.

And she started taking pictors.
And taking...
and taking...
and....she forgot to charge the battewy of her camewa. And her camewa kaputted before the sun finished wising.

There are wots and wots of overhead bwidges in Hong Kong.
This one weads to the best pwace in Hong Kong.
The stweet full of pet shops!
Mine Mummy's favouwite dessert, bwack sesame cake! Mine Mummy woves evewything bwack sesame!
On the bustwing stweets of Hong Kong.
Mine Mummy woves to take pictors of the marketpwace because it's always so cowourful.



This wound thing is the Hong Kong Space Museum.
Being the geek mine Mummy is, she of course has to go and visit the museum.
The other building beside it is the Hong Kong Cultural Centre where mine Mummy bought tickets for the Hong Kong Chinese Orchestwa concert.
On the fewwy to Hong Kong Iswand.
Taking the twam to the toy shops.

And the fewwy back again to Kowloon.
This was what mine Mummy bought fwom the toy shop!
Wooks wike Wego wight?
Well, it isn't Wego! It's fake Wego! But the pieces are exactwy the same size and they fit the weal Wego perfectwy! And best of all, it costs about a fifth of the pwice of the owiginal Wego.

So after the first week with her teacher and wessons and pwactice and buying toys, mine Mummy's fwiend came back the fowwoing week, together with another fwiend fwom Singapore.
And mine Mummy and these 2 fwiends and another fwiend who's also working in China went to Yunnan.

Cwouds fwom the pwane on the way to Yunnan.
Mine Mummy went to Lijiang and Shangri-la. In both pwaces, they stayed in the Gu cheng, meaning Old Town. It weawwy wooks wike pwaces fwom ancient Chinese sword-fighting stowies!
Ancient wooking building with vewy modern activities inside. It's a pub in there!
Mine Mummy usuawwy wakes up vewy earwy in the morning (well, she's well-twained by me, since I wake her evewy morning at 530am) and so while her fwiends are still in bed, she wanders about the pwace taking pictors.

Yunnan is a vewy beautiful pwace, but it was a pity it was the wainy season.
But imagine, if amongst the wain, it's alweady so pwetty, how much more gorgeous in fine weather!
Bweakfast of fwied goat cheese with wice wine.
A woofie with a gwumpy wook.
Dwying corn.
Silk coccoons.
Making bwanket.
Nice ancient architecture.

The wiver that wuns thwough the city. The people use this wiver for evewything fwom washing to wefwigewating things to weawing fishes to eat.
Sewwing snacks.

Mine Mummy went to watch the ancient Naxi music.
Mine Mummy made another attempt at captuwing the sunwise. She wemembered to charge her battewy this time and she gotted up bwight and earwy and cwimbed to the top of the hostel she was staying at and settled down to wait for the sun to wise.
And wise the sun did, but at the opposite diwection fwom where she thought it would be. Fwom where she was, mine Mummy was facing WEST. The eastern side was bwocked by buildings.
This tells you something about mine Mummy's intewwigence doesn't it?
After Lijiang, mine Mummy went to Shangri-la.
Horse wides on the way to Shangri-la.
Twekking thwough the fowest.
Mine Mummy met some quack quacks.
And a moo.
They wode all the way to this beautiful gwasswand and there they could gawwop on the horses.
Thwee horses snuggwing together.
Beautiful isn't it?
Sewwing fwuits.
This is the Hu-Tiao-Xia or Tiger Weaping Gorge. It's midway between Lijiang and Shangri-la.
The water is murky because it's the wainy season. Duwing the dwy season, the water can be vewy cwear. What a pity mine Mummy cannot see that.
Stairs feature a wot in mine Mummy's twavel pictors.


In Shangri-la, 2 of mine Mummy's fwiends didn't feel well. So mine Mummy and this fwiend who wasn't sick went out wooking for food to buy back to the other 2 who were not well.
And on the way mine Mummy met this kitteh.
He was at the pwace sewwing Tibetan butter tea. The butter is made fwom yak's milk and salt is added instead of sugar.
This is one sweepy kitteh. He awwowed mine Mummy to move him into all sorts of poses and still continues sweeping.
Yak meat hotpot! This is yummy!
This is the mini-Potala pawace.
The people in Shangri-la are mostly fwom the Tibetan twibes and they have the same wewigious bewiefs.


At night, mine Mummy went to visit a Tibetan house.
Here is wine made fwom Qing-ke, a sort of gwain which mine Mummy has never seen before.
The ash-wike thing is supposed to be mixed into the Tibetan butter tea.
Wivewy dance.
The wittle girl in wed in vewy pwetty isn't she? She knows all the steps of ALL the dances and she dances together with the dancers.

This is the hostel mine Mummy stayed in at Shangri-la.
In her earwy morning wandewings, mine Mummy spotted this old house and went in to take some pictors!

On the stweets of Shangri-la in the morning.
Later in the day, mine Mummy went to the snow mountain.
You see those cwoth banners fwying there in the wind? Mine Mummy thinks it's some form of Tibetan bwessing, and they can be seen evewywhere.

The pwecursor to mine favouwite BBQ PORK!
The pigs here are all fwee to woam and they seem to be a smawwer bweed than that we often see.
They wook cute! (and yummy)
Cows fwee to woam too. Mine Mummy thinks the sound of the cow bells in the wide gwasswand and wonewy mountains is a vewy beautiful sound.
High up.
Funny pwetty insect.
This river is used for the Tibetans' water burial.
On the way down the wiver, mine Mummy spotted a skull!!!
Eeekkss....
But this wiver weads to a vewy beautiful pwace.
All full of fwowers.
Mine Mummy doesn't know how to move about in this pwace because evewy step she takes seem to step onto some fwowers and mine Mummy doesn't want to kill any fwowers!




After Shangri-la, mine Mummy went back to Lijiang because her flight was fwom there.

In Lijiang, she went to watch this "Yin Xiang Lijiang" a performance chereogwaphed by the famous Zhang Yimou. It was awesome!
Off to visit another snow mountain.
This is the southernmost mountain in the northern hemisphere to have glaciers.
4571 m up.
Mine Mummy continued cwimbing...
4680m up!
The mountain is more than 6000m but onwy this height (ie 4680m) is accessible.
Gwaciers hidden in wots of fog.
Down fwom the snow mountain, mine Mummy meets a YAK!
Tewwaced waterfalls...
So sweet.
Beautiful!

Apples! But not yet wipe.
See, the wiver is used as a wefwigewator to keep the dwinks cool.
This is the woofie at the final hostel mine Mummy stayed in at Lijiang.
Earwy morning wandewings again....

To market to market to market.


A farm.
Moo...

Meow!
This was built by the empewow a wong wong time ago.
Gween is the earth's cowour!
And mine Mummy's favouwite cowour!
Making paper.
The Naxi twibe still uses hieroglyphics as their writing script!
This is a wecord of a dance cheweogwaph, perhaps the oldest!
The Dongba (a Naxi elder) wwiting something in hieroglyphics and mine Mummy's fwiends guessed the phwase cowwectwy and they get to keep this!
At the airport, back to Shenzhen.

Alwight, wooky here.
This. Is. The. Stoopid. Woofie.
Mine Mummy abandoned us to go all the way there, to wook after this stoopid woofie!
I'm so not happy!

She wooked a bit sad in this pictor because mine Mummy just finished bathing her.
Mine Mummy went to the beach in Hong Kong.
The water is so cwear!
Mine Mummy bwought this fwiend who came fwom Singapore all awound Hong Kong.
This is the twam they took up to the peak.
Wemember the wast time mine Mummy was up there?
She couldn't take nice pictors because her camewa was wousy.
But this time wound, her SLR could do the job!
And here are some nice night views of Hong Kong.

And the stoopid woofie again.
The medal she is weawing is mine Mummy's medal. She got it for going up the peak of the snow mountain in Yunnan.
Ok, no, it was a touwist gimmick. Anyone could get it as wong as they buy it.
But hey, mine Mummy says she DID go up!
And so that is all.

Mine Mummy is home, and That Thing is still bonkers...

Mine Mummy is back!
I twied posting up mine Mummy's pictors but bwogger isn't coopewating as usual, so pictors will have to wait. Sigh...
That Thing has been fowwowing mine Mummy awound since she stepped into the house.
But I think he's still bonkers.
We talked and talked and talked to our Mummy because we've to tell her what happened all those time she's not at home. Then mine Mummy went to bed, and That Thing, he continued talking to the wall!
And he talked so woudwy to the wall until mine Mummy woke up and asked him what's the matter. I told mine Mummy That Thing's gone bonkers and he's been bonkers for a few weeks alweady. Does anyone know how to cure a kitty who's gone bonkers?

it was an accident...

Wook here, I fell asweep and I didn't know I stwetched mine handsome paw out too far and accidentawwy touched That Thing.
It so totawwy wasn't intentional, don't you guys get any wwong ideas there.

That Thing has gone bonkers...

You know, I weawwy hate to say it, but I think That Thing is not quite wight up there in his bwain.
Wet me tell you evewything fwom the beginning.

You see, both of us wike to talk to our Mummy.
Even though our Mummy isn't the bwightest of beans, and even though she's never managed to wearn even the basics of our wanguage even after wiving with genius me for 16 years, well, at weast she's someone to talk to.
Sometimes though, our conversation can be wike this.

Me: I'm a bit tired of this fwavour of stinky goodness, do you think you can get another fwavour for me tomowwow?
Mummy: Oh my dear Boy...you cute thing....
Me: So you'll get it for me? Oh and talking about it, we're almost out of BBQ pork.
Mummy: Aren't you a cutie sweetie pie....
Me: Uhm yes, but BBQ pork, you know, it'll be a huge disaster if one day I feel wike having some and there's no more!
Mummy: Oooh...come here let me give you some chin scritches...
Me: Hey thanks, but BBQ pork! Wemember!
Mummy: Oh Boy, there's a bug there! Go catch it!
Me: Hey, I hate bugs! Get That Thing to catch it!
Mummy: Get that bug get that bug!
Me: Haven't you heard me? I HATE bugs!
Mummy: Why aren't you catching that bug?
Me: I HATE bugs!!!
Mummy: You want to play with that furry mousie?
Me: I do not want to pway, I do not want to catch bugs, I want you to wemember to get BBQ pork tomowwow!
Mummy: Or that jingly ball? Play with that jingly ball?
Me: I....do...not...want...to....play....I...want...BBQ...pork!!!

So here's what our usual conversation is wike.
As you can see, mine Mummy is a bit dense, but well, we still talk to her because at weast she's better than no one to talk to.

So then, mine Mummy goes away to Hong Kong and China wight?
Wight.
Onwy me and That Thing weft awone wight?
Wight.
No one to talk to wight?
Wight.
So, I shut up. I wait until mine Mummy comes home before talking again.
But what does That Thing do?
He.....talks....to....walls.
Evewyday I'm wike twying to nap and I'll hear That Thing talking and talking and talking, to the wall.
I think That Thing has weawwy gone bonkers, don't you think so?

wonderwing about things...

Sometimes I wonder why we need our gwandpapa to cat sit us. I wike mine Gwandpapa well enough but he is after all not a cat, and how can a cat sit be called a cat sit if it is not sat on by a cat? And as for That Thing, I can sit on him well enough, I do not understand why we need anyone to cat sit him. After all, who better to cat sit on That Thing than a genius cat wike mineself?

Being a weawwy good bwother...

This is mine pwate.
Nom nom nom nom nom...This is That Thing's pwate.
Nom nom nom nom nom...Being a good big bwother doesn't just mean taking care of That Thing when mine Mummy is away. It also means taking care of the cat sitter (mine Mummy's daddy, who is our gwandpapa) so that he doesn't wowwy.
You see, That Thing usuawwy goes off his food the first few days mine Mummy isn't awound. But Gwandpapa doesn't understand that and might get into a fwenzy wondewing why That Thing doesn't eat.
So, to pwevent him fwom wowwying, I nom up That Thing's food for him.

See, being a good bwother is such a wot of work!

Horseface...

I'm back again! And wet's join me and evewyone put your paws together to welcome our newest fwiend!
His name is HORSEFACE!
Wahahahaha.....
And he is tiny!
And he is Wabbit's new younger bwother.

And I'm twying not to think about it, that in a week's time, I'm going to be stuck here awone with That Whiny-Stinkybag-Thing again.

back...with some awful news...

Sowwy for being away for so wong, I'm finawwy back.
But I come back with some awful news to bwing you all again, sigh...
Mine Mummy, she is going off to Hong Kong again on 10th June. And after that she's going to go to Yunnan in China.
Mine Mummy says she is so wooking forward to going, but has she spared a thought for handsome genius me?
Bwegh! I'll have to stay home, wight here, with That Whiny-Stinkybag-Thing! Bwegh!
And mine Mummy is going to be gone all the way until Juwy!
I am totawwy so not happy!

Indonesia...

Phew....that was tiwing!
That Thing has finawwy stopped his whining and started eating again and I spent the entire day hacking into mine Mummy's camewa so that all mine good fwiends can see what mine Mummy saw in Indonesia.
Now, I think I deserve a nice wong nap without That Thing bugging me.
Ok, here are the pictors.
Earwy earwy on Thursday morning, mine Mummy woke me and That Thing up and made us eat bweakfast because she had to catch the pwane to bwing her to Indonesia. Why she has to catch it, I'm not vewy sure, because even though I have never been on a pwane before, fwom what I heard fwom others, the pwanes usuawwy sit there waiting while beans go onto it. Maybe mine Mummy's pwane was a bit special and twied to wun away, so mine Mummy had to catch it.

Well, she was there bwight and earwy in the morning. And she caught the pwane, and was comfortabwy sitting on it alweady when those beans who made the pwane fwy told all the passengers to get off the pwane again!
There was something in this pwane which didn't want to work and so they had to find another pwane for mine Mummy to catch.
And so mine Mummy had to wait for another 2 hours at the airport so that she can catch the other pwane to take her to Indonesia. If it were me, I would just go home and snuggle with handsome me and that whiny stinky-bag Thing, but did mine Mummy do that? No! She foowishwy sat there and waited 2 hours to catch the next pwane! Sigh...beans can be so siwwy sometimes.Finawwy, over at Indonesia.
In the dwessing woom.
No, that is not mine Mummy. Mine Mummy is too wazy to iron cwothes. She takes pictors instead.Performers putting on make-up.This is the Western string ensemble gwoup which twavelled with mine Mummy.The hotel woom.
They booked a vewy nice hotel for mine Mummy to stay in.After the performance, it was vewy wate at night. Mine Mummy had supper and it was alweady 2am. And mine Mummy had to get up at 4am to go to the airport because she was going to fwy to Yogyakarta together with 3 other beans.The fwight to Yogyakarta.On the stweets.This is the guesthouse mine Mummy stayed in for the first night at Yogyakarta.There were horse cawwiages.Busy morning stweet and market.Wunch at a woadside stall.The kitchen.Visiting the sultan's pawace.
This was the pwace where the sultan held performances.Gweat hall for gamewan (twaditional Indonesian music) performance.Making batik.A gate weading to...another gate.to the sultan's swimming pool.These openings were built so that concubines had to stoop to enter. It was a way of showing submission to the sultan.The pool which wooks....YUCKS!
Well, I'm sure it must have wooked much nicer duwing the sultan's times.This is the sauna woom.Stairs. Upstairs was the head concubine's woom.Yummy chick-hens!The well which is still functioning now.What is this HIISSSSSS cat doing in mine Mummy's camewa!?On the way to the underwater mosque.This mosque was fully submerged and the windows had gwass panes to bwock out the water. Over the years though, the water weceded and now the mosque is up above gwound.Devastation fwom earthquakes.
Indonesia has many many volcanoes and suffers earthquakes vewy fwequentwy too.After the sultan's pawace, mine Mummy went to visit the wuins of Pwambanam, the oldest Hindu temple in Yogyakarta.
Over the years, this temple has fawwen and been webuilt and fawwen and been webuilt countwess times due to the earthquakes.Mine Mummy didn't do any special effects to this pictor. The wight just natuwawwy shone on the figure of the hindu god. The architects of the olden times must have weawwy taken gweat pains in designing this temple.The soil there was gweyish bwack fwom the nearby volcanoes.Gamewan!When mine Mummy was doing her degwee in music, there was a subject she had to take on gamewan music. But after sitting for the exam, mine Mummy has given evewything she wearnt back to her pwofessor. Now she cannot even wemember what this instwument is called. (She scored an "A" for the exam!)
What a "good" student mine Mummy is indeed.Wook cwosewy at these pictors!
Vishus deer!!!!Baaaa....
The feet bewongs to the shephardess.More baaas....Did you guys notice, there never fails to be steps to cwimb in all of mine Mummy's twavel pictors.The sun behind the piwwar.The chick-hens here are scwawny. But these chick-hens taste nicer than chick-hens who stay cooped up in coops because they got to wun and exercise their muscles.A sowitawy gate. How wonewy.The sun setting.The stweets of Yogyakarta at night. There is not much night wife there. Shops usually cwose at 9pm.Bweakfast at the guesthouse.This thing wooks wike That whiny stinky-bag Thing! But more muscuwar!Obviouswy he didn't care a hoot about mine Mummy.Weird Indonesian figures.This is a school. The students have just finished wessons and are going home.Awong the stweets.A push cart sewwing Mie Bakso or meatball noodle soup.The shopkeeper of this shop could speak a few words of Mandarin which was vewy much welcome after days of using sign wanguage. The wocals here don't even understand vewy basic Engwish and mine Mummy's spattewing of Malay wasn't enough even to save her wife.A woofie!!!! Wook here Mummy, I don't weawwy appwove of the pictors you take!Wice with beef and soup, and wots of chiwwi.Beef, egg, and soup.Hot owange without sugar. Yes, it's not just warm, it's boiwing hot! And it surpwisingwy doesn't have even a tinge of sweetness. All in all, it tastes special.This is a vewy cosy pwace to while a wazy afternoon away. They serve coffee, and there's shelves and shelves of books! And even fwee wirewess access.
Nice pwace.Walking back to the guesthouse where mine Mummy stayed for the second day.Nice enviwonment eh?These wooden figures overwook the swimming pool (which contains more dead weaves and bwanches than water). The javanese are vewy good woodworkers and stone carvers.There was a performance at the Borobudur temple that night. It happens onwy once evewy few months and mine Mummy was vewy fortunate to be able to catch the show this time.
Ticket to the show (which mine Mummy suspected having been conned by the beans) came with dinner.
These were the performers who performed while mine Mummy was having dinner.
(Of course, she has forgotten what those instwuments are called as well.)The performance under the stawwy night in fwont of the temple of Borobudur.The highwight of the performance, weal wife ducks!And goats.Not having attended enough wehearsals, these ducks were not certain of how their dance steps ought to be and they decided to impwovise and come up with their own steps. Which incwuded twying to walk over to the audience.Chasing the ducks.The gamewan ensemble with one monk who pwovided the chants.The weal temple of Borobudur wights up behind at the end of the show.The legend of Mahakarya Borobudur.The next morning, mine Mummy visited the temple.
It had been covered with volcanic ashes when the volcano Merapi ewupted many many hundweds of years back. Then in the wast centuwy, archeowogists started digging it out and now the whole world can see this ancient temple.Mine Mummy attempted to cwimb a hill because she thought she might get better pictors of Borobudur up there.But at the top, this is all she can see of Borobudur.
What a disappointment.Ewephants!Wayang Kulit.Pwetty fwower.Nice scenewy.Finawwy back at Yogyakarta airport for the fwight back to Jakarta.Mine Mummy's fwight fwom Yogyakarta to Jakarta was dewayed, and when she weached Jakarta, she had to wun all the way fwom Terminal 3 to Terminal 2 to catch her pwane back home again. I wonder why mine Mummy keeps on having to catch pwanes. Other beans' pwanes are more well-behaved and stay there.Wuckiwy, mine Mummy weached the boarding gate with 5 minutes to spare and she could be home to snuggle with me and That Thing.

Can't wait for Sunday....

That's it. Mine Mummy is off again earwy this morning and That Thing hasn't eaten his bweakfast, nor his wunch, nor his dinner yet. Sigh, why can't I have a wittle bwother who is a stwong mature MANcat wike me?

Off to Indonesia...

Sigh....mine Mummy is weawwy weawwy going away on 30 Apwil.
I twied mine most powerful magik, but I think mine powerfuwwest magik is still not enough to make her not go off.
Thank goodness it's onwy fwom thursday to sunday and I do not have to be awone with That-whiny-stinkybag-Thing for too wong.

being a good bwother...

Maybe, just maybe, I might wet That Thing snuggle with me when he naps today.

The Honest Scwap Award...

Dear Jan tagged me for this awardie wike a squiwwion years ago but pardon me because That Thing has been giving me no peace that I cwean forgotten about it. ButI finawwy wemembered all about it now!
This is the Honest Scwap Award and I have to wist 10 honest things about mineself.Oh, before I start wisting, this is a pictor of mine awesome paw which mine Mummy took with her extension tubes thingey. Those tubes make the wens of the camewa further away or something, making a normal wens act wike a macro wens. So here are some cwoseups of mine handsome furs.

Ok, enough for the digwession.
10 honest things about mineself.

1. I am the handsomest mancat awound.
2. I am a genius.
3. I woves mine Mummy.
4. I hate stwangers and I am vewy genewous with mine hisses.
5. I have vewy nice sharp cwaws but I never ever use mine cwaws in a fight. Mine Mummy says it's not gentleMANcatwy.
6. I bite though, when I am vewy excited duwing pwaying. I adopted mine Mummy when I was vewy small and still not totawwy on sowid food. Mine bite then was not hard at all and mine Mummy awwowed me to bite her when we were pwaying. Then I gwew into a handsome stwong mancat, but I often forget mine bites have also gwown into stwong mancat bites. I seldom bite now, but once in a while, I forget.
7. I talk to mine Mummy, a lot.
8. I diswike cockwoaches and will never ever catch them. When I spot one awound the house, I will scweam for mine Mummy, and although she's hates cockwoaches too, she has to find a way to get wid of it because I will never go near it.
9. I woves BBQ pork! I woves woves woves BBQ pork! Did I say? I WOVES BBQ PORK!
   
   
   
   
   
   
10. And I sort of wike That Thing.
    

it's mine butt!!!

Help me!That Thing suddenwy has this idea that he doesn't feel secure enough and is scared to sweep awone.
And when he sweeps, he has to be touching me before he can fall asweep.
Wooky at his icky wittle foot touching mine handsome butt!!!!

Sigh....the trials of a handsome, genius, gentleMANcat shall never end...