A few days ago, a friend came over to my place to charge his electric bicycle (not the stationary one if you were stupid enough to think of that). He rode it over from a far corner of this island and that was why it was totally drained. His purpose was for the good of, cats. Well, he's a very big cat lover (not sure if he liked other animals as much) and he decided that bringing them for sterilization was his calling. I didnt think that the cats were as keen as him to get themselves sterilized though I have no problems with that because I (try to) accept that people, are, well, different.
However, the first time he told me that he was coming over to my place to charge up his bicycle, my mobile phone was problematic (it had been problematic all along and it wasnt a lie), I replied to his sms but he did not get it. So he ended up having to go over to his mother's place which was a few hundred stone throws away to get his bike charged up.
So being the enthusiastic cat-lover he was, he started another sterilization exercise over the last weekend. And he proceeded to sms me again and asked for my help. I felt I was obliged to agree to his request this time round.
Despite me being totally uninterested in the soaring cat population and their welfare, I agreed to let him charge his bike so that he could get things going (and hopefully not bother me again with his cat-loving antics). I was more bothered about the cats' incessant love-making noises than the little creatures' welfare so I thought maybe sterilizing them would keep me from waking up in the middle of the night.
I have never ever once in my lifetime bore any remote thoughts about help poor little kittens from getting squashed by 4WDs or getting drowned in a monsoon drain and I certainly didnt think sterilizing cats was a charitable act comparable to saving starving kids dying of AIDS in Africa and Im pretty darn sure I never will.
If I had the money and time I would have spent them on casinos instead, and when I have more money then maybe I would think of spending them at overseas casinos again. Cats copulating at void decks would be the last of my problems.
I don't hate cats. How can anyone hate cuddly furball felines which purr whenever you have a bag of food near them? But that doesnt mean I adore them. I prefer a different kind of pussies, really.
So I had to agree to helping him for this time. Granted I do not live in a slum, it was not too far from the truth as I have too many personal belongings like used tissue covered with snot and whats not, broken remote controls and newspapers dated back to 2008 strewn all over my flat, making it not just inconvenient but also nearly impossible to walk. In fact, it might have been easier if I lived in a slum, since we would not have to take a lift and I would have been spared his weird sense of humour on the way up. Also, I would be too poor to afford electricity and it might have very well made my place in-navigable which would make for the most appropriate excuse to refuse him.
So he came over at about 9.30pm on Sunday (he reached slightly later than our agreed time), then we went back to my place to charge his bike battery. And he parked his bicycle outside my parents' flat.
So I was wondering, if he needed the stuff on his bike, he would have brought the bike along and just handed me the battery for recharging. Which means, he didnt really needed his bike.
Im really bewildered. And flabbergasted. Someone would actually ride his bike down to save a few dollars from taking the bus, forgoing all the ease that a simple bus ride would have provided and found it decidedly convenient to impose on me to help him charge his bike which had a load he didnt really need in helping to facilitate a cat sterilization exercise that Im about as interested with as watching wet paint dry.
After the "cat-trapping" exercise (it was nearly 12am), he reached my place and took back his bike, he was both thankful and apologetic and caused quite a commotion because he was still filled with adrenalin from running around catching cats and therefore spoke quite loudly without realising that it was already midnight.
I was in for a bigger shock when he told me he might need to trouble me further to save about 193 other cats in my precinct (he had saved a grand total of about 17 cats through 2 weekends' hard work). So apparently, it would take another 19 trips in all to save all the cats around my neighbourhood. Be-knownst to him was the fact that I never harboured any intention of going out of my way or my previous TV-time to save the poor little critters living below my block.
It was really a thankless and pointless job, I'm talking about mine. I had to stay awake waiting for him to retrieve his bicycle. Most of the days I sleep late, but thats not the concern. I never ever did profess to anyone that I liked being asked for favours, especially when they are of a non-sexual nature and not coming from someone of the opposite sex.
I think I would need to question the town councils as to why the cat population around my place is growing exponentially while the cat population in other areas are dwindling such that my friend cannot find cats to help in his neighbourhood.
That said, I have also decided that I will be unable to receive his sms this coming weekend.
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