In memory of Elin..

She peacefully crossed the rainbow bridge this morning at 8.40am Malaysia Time.
We will miss her so much :(

She suffered by kidney failure for about a year..
And now, Elin is free..

Thank you Elin, for great memories for over ten years living together..
Bye sweetheart...


I will left this blog open, as a sweet and thoughtful memories..
Thank you for all Elin's furriends.. for befriend Elin for all this while..

:::Elin's secretary post for Elin on her blog:::
Heyya furriends!

Today, I would like to share with all of you about 1 nice story about Rose, which I found on the internet.

It's good to read, it's really inspiring :)

I will paste the story here:

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. 

Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets." She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died  peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's  never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.


We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

Today's weather is great here.
Since early in the morning, Teteh is out on our roof.

Memey prefer to enjoy the sunlight on the garden table all by herself.

Then my secretary disturb her. So, as a penalty, Memey bite her. LoL.

As for Etot, she's one sleepyhead today. Just spend her time sleeping on the sofa without noticing I took her picture.

As for me?

I'm sleepy too.
Feel like I'm going to take a nap.

Bye furriends!

Heyya furry furriends of mine,
I hope you can still remember me, 1 cute cat who used to be blogging about my daily life activity, and I'm from Malaysia.

Really hope you still know who I am, and forgive me for abandoned my blog for soooooooooo long.
Don't blame me though, blame my lazy secretary.

Yeah she's married, about 1 year ago.
Plus, she's not a full time blogger anymore.
So, she refused to help me with the blog.

I hate her for being mean to my blog.
And of course to me!
Her cute old cat!
Oh I'm getting old already you know.

I become tired quickly, maybe because I'm already 8 this year.

And hey, since my late brother Boody leave us on 2009,
my humans adopted 3 sisfur for me.

They are Memey, Teteh and Etot.

We are not get along quite well, erm, you know, I already got the 'old-cat syndrome',
but I still love them all. They are all tabbies.

So, regarding that, I decide to include stories of my sisfurs too in here instead of only me.

I hope my secretary will continue to help me with this. Blog.
She said she will, but we will see *rolling eyes*

pssstt.. she's now pregnant. :)

Ok furriends, till soon :)
u miss me
actually, my secretary is very-very busy doing work
so she will make a whenever she's free
but now,
I asked my brother to make a post to my blog
but his english is little bit bad
(sorry for the bad english  ;P )
here my latest picture and Putih that my brother snap yesterday..

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