Murphy.

Where do I start? Do I start from when I started suspecting there was something wrong- something threatening, about my daughter’s pet cat? Or do I start from when I had definite proof that the cat was trouble? Do I talk about the aura of evil that the big Tom emancipated? Or do I write about how the mice he killed were sucked dry rather than ripped open, the way it is normally done. Am I blabbing? I’m sorry, but I’m scared witless. Vampire cat? I believe this is much much worse than that. I’m alone in the room, with Sophia, of course. Sophia, my daughter. The room is locked. I have a Smith and Wesson with me but I’m a poor shot. I also have a baseball bat and a hockey stick. I’m hoping it does not come down to that. Stephen King’s Pet Cemetery keeps coming to my mind. It’s only me and my daughter. No. This can not be happening to me. No.

We got Murphy three months ago. We named him Murphy for the lack of better options. Sophia didn’t want to name him Tom. She always feels sorry for Tom. She said it would either be Murphy or Jerry…. But I’m slipping away from the topic at hand.

When I look back and think, I believe it was Murphy who chose us, rather than us choosing him. He purred at Sophia’s feet, licked and tried and failed to act all modest, charming and irresistible. Then again seeing as Sophia wanted him despite my reluctance, maybe he didn’t. As we had gotten into the car, I believe he shot me a look- a look to say he won round one. At that time I thought it was my imagination. Now I believe it wasn’t

I have, at occasions also felt that maybe there really is black magic and maybe what’s inside Murphy is not a cat’s soul. I believe it is the influence of Child’s Play. Chucky, Murphy. Evil- Murphy is evil. And this is no Pet Cemetery or Child’s Play. This is real life. And I am an educated mother with a respectable job. I am also a widow. I also think Murphy had something to do with my husband’s death. A hunch. A very strong hunch. But again, I am getting ahead of myself.

Do I continue or do I just give up? As i did last time, and the time before that, and.... sigh! And I cant seem to think up a name for this... any ideas?

A Woman is like a wave. When she feels loved her self esteem rises and falls in a wave motion. When she is feeling really good, she will reach a peak, but then suddenly her mood may change and her wave crashes down. The crash is temporary. After she reaches bottom suddenly her mood will shift and she will again feel good about herself. Automatically her wave begins to rise back up.
When a woman’s wave rises she feels she has an abundance of love to give, but when it falls she feels her inner emptiness and needs to be filled up with love. This time of bottoming out is a time for emotional housecleaning.
If she has suppressed any negative feelings or denied herself in order to be more loving on the upswing of her wave, then on the downswing she begins to experience these negative feelings and unfulfilled needs. During this down time she especially needs to talk about problems and be heard and understood.
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, by John gray


This struck too close to home! Which is why I felt the need to share. I’ve often felt, to have a happy relationship with husband and family, love is simply not enough. Money plays a role too, as does understanding each other’s nature and feelings. By money, I certainly do not mean there should be an abundance of it- but there should be enough to make the ends meet- comfortably! To understand each other as an individual as well as a woman/man is of ultimate importance. Reading John Gray not only gave me an insight to what kind of nature men have and how it is different from ours’; it also helped me towards a greater understanding of my nature, my mood swings and feelings.

This & That & Pendgragon

I have been ill. Since teh past week, I have had fever shooting up to 103, 104 F, coughing fits... hours long, a blocked nose which has been a continues nuisance and a headache. The ENT gave me a list of medicines i have to take and just last night I stuffed half a dozen pills down my throat. Not pretty. Not good.

So I went to a book store which sells old books to have somethng to do when I can't lie down in fear of another fit coming up. Couldn't find a single book that interested me, so I picked onebook whose author sounded somewhat fimiliar. Actually, the only book I'd read by her was strictly okay. Catherine Coulter. The book Pendragon.

The story was *very* predictable. The sex scenes not as elaborate as Johanna Lindsey or Judith Mcnaught; of that I was extremely greatful I have stopped reading those two because their books seemed more towards pornography than the actual story. To make matters worse the stories had loop holes!!

Ah well, back to Pendragon. Again, a strictly okay read.

Maggie, the female lead, is in love with her cousin who is 11 years older than her and engaged to someone else. He then marries his fiancee and our poor broken hearted heroine is shattered.

A few twists and she's married off to Thomas Malcombe. She cares a great deal about him but doesn't love him. He loves her and after a few hours of marriage discovers her love for her cousin.

Betrayal, hurt, jeaousy- Coulter has tried to portray these emotions. And no, I did not feel the betrayal or hurt the way i do in an extremely well writ book.
It does have a happy ending as do most books, and is equipped with a mystery as well.

Yumna spent the day with her grandmother so i was left to do as I wished. Ofcourse I finished the 343 page book in record timing. I always do- which is why I believe I shouldn't start a book. I neglect the house chores just to get it finished off.

I spend my Eidi to buy this book... they do take it back for half the price.... hmm... maybe I'll get some of my money back....

If only I'd feel better soon. This is really getting to me. And I dont feel hungry anymore. Which is a pity, since i never loose wieght by not eating. What a shame, I wont be eating much and still not loose weight. And no, 7 days of this viral fever did not make me loose weight either :/

Eid Day....

Henna, check.
New clothes, check.
a new pair of everything for Yumna, check.
Make up, check.
Coerce, cajole, emotioal blackmail for my hubby to get me a Gelato Affair cake, ckeck :p
Get money from mom for a Gelatto Affair cake- but make your husband get it with his', check :p
Get Eidi ( that's presents in monetary form) from Dad, husband, grans, aunts, uncles and blah blah.... about to anyway :p

Man, I love Eid!!!!