Wednesday, July 27, 2005

new neighbours

i came home from salsa class last night and bumped into my neighbours. it was past midnight and i thought i was the only night owl around, but obviously i was not. adriana, jonathan and i are on friendly talking terms. they are such a nice couple and the bond that binds us together is...our cats.

they'd already seen my fat lump, the girl and the auntie. last night i was introduced to cocoa and milo. they are both long haired felines and live indoors. milo is grey and tends to bite strangers or people she loves while cocoa is somewhat brown mixed with gold spatters (think nessa). cocoa is, according to adriana, the stupid one (milo is female, no wonder!). if he ever gets out of the house and wander, he would freeze up and try to run away from her if she tries to go after him. he escaped through a gap in their wall sometime this week. adriana and jonathan had to execute a search mission at 5am that day. he eventually returned on his own after adriana made noises in the kitchen to let him know which home to go back to. after the little episode, they cemented that little gap in the wall.

so cocoa got a nice pat on the head from me by way of introduction. he seemed quite non-perplexed although maybe slightly uncomfortable at having been carried and introduced to the nosy neighbour next door (or below, i should say, as we're living in the lower unit of the townhouse). after cocoa's introduction, milo was unceremoniously lugged out to meet me as well. both were beautiful long-haired specimens, persian mix, i presume and friendly enough, as far as strangers go. you would not catch my kitties staying as still as them in my arms if i held them for strangers to pat.

*warning* another HP spoiler coming up. read at your own risk...

so we compared notes, adriana and i. she'd just finished harry potter. we both didn't like how the book ended. "she called me up in the office just to tell me, 'they killed dumbledore! they killed dumbledore!'" said jonathan. we both think it can't be that simple that dumbledore is killed of or that snape is that visibly and obviously the bad guy. "what is she up to now?", adrian wondered of rowling. i told her the last book may be quite different from its predecessors. we'll just have to wait and see.

all this while that the conversation is taking place on our respective car porches, rizal is in the front room (whose window looks out onto the car porches, but our blinds are, of course, down) killing some renegade jedis. i wonder if adriana and jonathan are gonna wonder if my husband is just a figment of my imagination. they have, correction, jonathan has seen rizal, oh...once, i think. my husband is a social outcast and a self-proclaimed anti-social hermit. it wouldn't hurt if he at least came out to greet the neighbours and get to know them better. after all, we are neighbours. sigh...

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