Dear Mr Olin

Ever since his little accident, which involves my sister's car tire and his feet, Olin can never move around as normal as he used to.  You can say he's a three legged cat now with one 'unusable' feet.  But nonetheless, he is still healthy and remains active -- although he runs funnily and ate with half body flat to the ground.

Because of this disability, it's quite hard for him to bang on another chick-cat of his size fulfilling his cat's lust.  He became a very frustrated cat upon every failed attempt trying to bang onTammy, our sole black female cat -- and his frustrations are channeled to my hanging clothes or shawl or anything that is nearby that will be ripped off mercilessly with his remaining three volatile legs.

And so -- he became a paedophile -- banging on little alley-kittens who came pass his way.  Crazy litttle paedophile, and his victim is the cat in the picture below, hiding behind our bushes monitoring our little premise.  Being raped but never cease to be excited to be around Olin during his out-of-the-house chill out time.

See -- nothing interesting happens to my life that I resolve to blog about cat instead.  Cat is Mr. B's ultimate source of annoyance.  (I wonder how I can live with someone who hates cats)