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Today, I saw an Akita being whipped by the scrawniest stray cat half its size. It then barked twice in an attempt to salve its wounded pride and trotted off with its bemused owner leaving bunch of ah peks (and me) laughing in its wake.
Everytime I get near Mao Mao the excitment gets to my head and I forget to take a picture sigh. She lets me inch closer every day :) And Jun Da is contemplating putting food in his car so that we can feed her when he sends me home yayy ^^. I've heard that if a cat doesn't feel a human's touch by a certain age it'll never let a human touch it though.
Anyway, say hello to White Sox. She's a tsunami of fat.
