A Drawing of A Cat and A Car 

Siew drew this. And I asked her why she did Boots grabbing a Mini. As per what appears to be the usual artist temperament, she shrugged her shoulders and said she wasn’t sure. 

I realized this is the story of Boots, the stray my sister adopted. Boots hid in the undercarriage of a friend’s car. They later heard a meow-ing from the car, and went to the workshop to haul the car up to check. There you go, a little kitten! 

Boots was then so small. She became our friend immediately. Well, I suppose she needed food but she was by our side when we weren’t feeding her. I have pictures of her pawing at me/ my magazine while I was reading. 

She is now fully grown and developed her own naughty traits. She forgets people when they haven’t seen her for a while, but she would still be kind, and would always take a rub under the chin. 

Boots is now about 6. Thank you, Boots, for always being silly, affectionate and meowing at who-knows-what. Stay this way, please! <3 

Every Chinese New Year: Nian Gao, Please

Last week, my mum said you know Chinese New Year is coming, when the wind rushes down and about the block’s corridor. She said my late dad told her that. I look around the flat and take in the memories, timelessness, and the age of the place. I associate CNY with nian gao, and remember that I took some photos of my mother making fried nian gao last year. I think I wanted some photos for memory’s sake. 

I found them, and thought they were so precious. My mother will no doubt make them again this year, but I remember her posing for me, she smiling at the silliness of it all, and she very earnestly asking me whether I want a shot of this or that stage. 

They look so bashed up but its irresistible sweetness and the love that went into them make them the prettiest food.