The Cat-tastic Nora





The Cat Sitter




21st March 2025 : Day 1 of Cat Sitting: The Feline Judgement Begins

Yesterday marked my grand debut as a cat sitter—something I've always wanted to do for the experience. A big shoutout to Asy'ari Asni for trusting me with his Feline Empress 🐱✨… I mean, beloved cat.

A few days ago, I was formally introduced to Her Royal Fluffiness so we could get familiar with each other. When I arrived yesterday, she greeted me. Well, “greeted” is a strong word. She stared at me like I was an uninvited guest at her exclusive party.

Her expression screamed: “YOU!!” We had a few conversations though by "conversations," I mean she hissed at me and then dramatically disappeared under her sacred blanket of solitude, where she remained, eyes locked on me like a detective watching a suspect.

I busied myself at the dining table, pretending not to notice the two tiny laser beams tracking my every move. But then… curiosity got the better of her. Inch by inch, she crept out and climbed onto the table for the Official Inspection of the Human’s Belongings.
✅ Sewing items? Sniffed.
✅ Laptop? Sniffed.
✅ Backpack? Also sniffed.

I had clearly passed some sort of feline security check. But just when I thought we were cool… I made a terrible mistake. She had now settled on a chair on the other side of the dining table, watching me like a judgmental landlord.

So, being the curious (or foolish) human I am, I peeked from under the other side of the table to get a closer look. Big mistake. She immediately turned and let out a loud, dramatic "MEOW!"—the kind that sounded exactly like: "WHAT are you looking at?!" I nearly died laughing. She caught me red-handed in my act of trespassing.

One thing was clear: I was not allowed near the bed. That was her domain, and I was but a humble servant. So, like a respectful (and slightly intimidated) cat sitter, I stood at a safe distance, watching her sleep—because, let’s be real, is there anything more peaceful than a sleeping cat?

Day one: Survived, judged, mildly tolerated… and properly scolded. 😼🐾







22nd March 2025



Cat Sitting Chronicles – Day 2: Love Bites & Luggage Secrets

Today, I arrived slightly later than usual. As I opened the door, there she was—right in the middle of the living room, eyes locked on me, body language firm. Then came the long, dramatic meow. Not a greeting. Not a purr. More like: "You're late. I’ve been waiting. Explain yourself, human."


I instantly thought of yesterday evening, when I was leaving. She had stood there too, watching me like a strict supervisor making sure I clocked out. And now here I was, clocking back in—five minutes late. Shame. She’s turning out to be quite the chatty cat.


We had a full-on meowversation as I moved around me replying with random commentary, her responding with sharp little chirps, mid-length meows, and the occasional stare that said, “Try harder, servant.”





And then... She walked over, looked up at me, and without warning gave me a short bite on the leg. Not painful. Just a gentle nibble. Like she was saying: “Ugh, you're kind of cute. I must bite you.” Her owner later confirmed this is her thing.


Apparently, she does this to him too. An occasional affectionate chomp. It’s not a warning. It’s more like a love tap cat edition. Later in the day, I opened my luggage bag to take out my sewing kit and that’s when she got super interested. She dove straight in, nose twitching, paws investigating, tail swishing with excitement.


It hit me this is the same bag I took to KL… the one the cats at the Cat Sanctuary had turned into their personal nap nest. She must’ve smelled them. And oh boy, did she have questions. Sniffing every pocket. Climbing halfway in. Looking at me like, “What is this? Who are they? Why wasn’t I invited?”


It was like watching a furry customs officer doing an emotional security check. After the luggage inspection and some quality time with string toys, she found her cozy corner.


We shared a blinking session me blinking slowly, her blinking back, until finally, she closed her eyes completely and wandered off to the bed like a queen satisfied with the help. Another day of trust-building, mystery-sniffing, and low-key biting. We’re getting closer. One purr, one paw, one meow at a time.



Day 9





The End is Nigh (for My Cat-Sitting Career... for Now)



Today marks Day 9 of being a full-time cat-sitter and, sadly, it's also my last day with this majestic, opinionated, and wildly chatty feline. Let me tell you—this old girl? She's a queen. Not just any queen, but the type who announces her every move, and meows like she’s narrating a dramatic Netflix series. She talks. A lot.


I’m not even sure if she’s been meowing or reciting Shakespearean soliloquies in Catlish. Every time I enter the room, she greets me like, "Oh, you've returned! I thought you'd abandoned me like the peasants did when my tuna was served late!" We’ve had our moments sweet cuddles, sudden zoomies, long gazes of mutual misunderstanding but also... The Bite. Not an angry chomp, oh no.


This was the elegant kind, the feline equivalent of a love nip. Like she was saying, "I adore you, human servant, but remember your place." One day, she just sat across from me, regal as ever. I sat down too. We locked eyes like two old souls in a Parisian café. No words. Our blinking session again. Slowly. Cautiously. Lovingly. I blinked. She blinked. I blinked again. She returned a soft, lingering blink the ultimate feline love letter. I love these blinking moments. I was touched. Either that, or she was trying to hypnotize me.


And then... there’s mealtime etiquette. You see, this royal highness doesn’t like being watched while eating. If I so much as glance her way mid-chew, she pauses mid-munch and gives me a look that says, "Excuse me? You watch me eat? What am I—a zoo exhibit?"


So now I hide behind walls and peek like I’m in a feline episode of Big Brother. She also decided to invade my luggage bag, the one holding all my precious sewing supplies. She climbed in, looked up at me, and declared, "This now belongs to me. Your thread and your dignity both are mine."


It’s been a weirdly heartwarming experience. I find myself feeling actual sadness when I have to leave her in the evenings. I imagine her looking at the door after I leave, sighing dramatically like a Victorian widow, and plotting how to guilt-trip me upon my return.


She’s been eating well (when unobserved), doing her business with great ceremony, and patrolling the apartment like she’s guarding the last known secret to world domination. I’m going to miss this grand old lady her meows, her stares of disapproval, her sneaky cuddles, her random love bites, her elegant blinks, and her firm boundaries around dinner privacy. Until we meet again, my chatty companion.


I hope your kingdom stays warm, your tuna plentiful, your sewing bag throne cozy, and your humans properly trained.



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