Hi I am Connie the Corn...Don't bully me oh..
I can't say I am sad to see middle-room housemate (thereafter known as Butterfly) leave. I am however grateful that she chose to give up her room for pig ( thereafter known as Pig Jr. to avoid confusion). Butterfly and husband has just bought a new house and its now under renovation. So they beg and plead for us to let them put their stuff at our house until their house is ready in 2 - 3 months' time. That includes that flea infested dog. Of course for the sake of maintaining good diplomatic ties, we had to nod our heads. Actually all I really wanted to do was this.
Take this you idiot...how dare you even suggest treating my house as your store room.
Anyway I should not start the new era by complaining how bad was Butterfly and his husband. Instead I shall complain how bad is Butterfly's mum. On 31st Oct, Butterfly together with her brother and sister and mum came over to clear the bigger items like bed. Mama butterfly who usually treat us like we are her long lost children, walk from living room the kitchen and back with nose held up inspecting all furniture in the house while the men are shifting the stuff into the van. Obviously someone has been feeding someone poison for now we are cast as villains. Suddenly she pointed out at my tool box ( its Tapir's actually) on top my piles of stuff and yelled loudly to her daughter, " Dear, is that tool box ours?"
My girl is too good for you peasants....
Now, first I must congratulate Mama Butterfly for recognizing that toolbox is indeed quite valuable despite its common grey outlook. Unfortunately Mama Butterfly, the toolbox is my pet's, so sorry. I don't even want to reason how she can arrive to the conclusion that it's her daughter's tool box sitting on my pile of rubbles. I'd probably arrive at the conclusion of implied thievery. Now I am a catwoman?!
Meow... I like to steal other people's toolbox..
Since Mama Butterfly is quite concern of her daughter's belonging, I start pointing out to the piles of documents on the side window,"Aiyo aunty, those documents are Butterfly's.", point some more to the pile of stuff on the cabinet, " Neh, neh, neh Aunty, these are all also Butterfly's,". Then I led her to the kitchen, " Aunty, theeeeese are all Butterfly's food oh, got chicken essence, got herbs, got biscuit, got rice, don't take away ar... very 'chit tor' one oh.."
I am so sorry I had to do that to her, but then she asked for it.... Its really amazing how someone you think likes you can turn 180 degrees over a few months. It does hurt deep down in my heart but life goes on and sometimes its just too tiring to be the nice-girl-next-door.
On the side note, I really pity Chocolate Chip, deprived of food over the weekends and now flea-infested. May you have better owner in your next life. Amen...
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