Something Amazing according to Me!

Eye Candy:
-Right, I mean left!: Layboo ( a really cool CSer amoung other things like a geeky computer, sock sandler, programer guy) Me and a V.R.B (Voodoo Ring Bearer)!
-Below. I mean Below ha! "I'll take the upper deck seating please.
-Below, Below, left: couchsurfing in Malaysia,
-Below, Below: The Great CAT Man and his cats and moneky.
- Below, Below, Below, left: Some beautiful Beings.







Hello everybody,
Below happened to me today. In the last three days I've felt very creative and spiritually (I suspect) energized. I had a blissful last day in Bangladesh which included a suprising last falooda ( a tasty and novel Bangladesh desert which I thought was only available during Ramadan), endless patience, the writing of songs and stories and sketches, and fun with my hotel and couchsurfing friends. I enjoyed the flight. Really fun (seriously). Why feel guilty? I thought. It will likely be the last flight of this/my life.
Malaysia first impressions: White people everywhere! And girls and guys barely wear clothes. Holy shit everything is expensive, clean, tall (refering to buildings) new, shiny, and shopping malls seem to be the major attraction.
I met a really cool girl that happened to be on her way to the vipasan course that I considered going to. I met my couch surfer whom plays pingpong and trusts me enough to give me the keys to his place which is conveniently close to the metro.
Today's adventure follows below:

Short Version (because I know most people are too busy for the long Version):

Basicly, Today the Divine or (insert word of worship hear ie. Allah, God, Englishment, Universe etc.) led me to a Malyasian man that for 16 years has been taking in stray cats, and the occasional monkeys that people buy and then leave in their hotel room when they realize "Oh shit I can't take a monkey home. I don't know how to take care of one". He's currently got 104 cats and 3 monkeys in his home. He is pessimistic about people because so many don't take the time to care about his project and often think he is a cruel man making a show with animals.
He's got a sweat leopard print (home made) scooter that his cats sit on (not all of them! maybe 7) aswell as one of his monkey's. In order to "help" cover the cost of feeding and taking care of 104 cats and 3 monkeys,and to promote and expand his project of helping stray animals, he asks people for 5Rm (less than one Canadian dollar) if they want to take a picture with the cats/monkey. This is not a money making business. He is also a free lance photographer. He hopes one day to raise enough money to have a center for all the cats.
He's been doing this for 16 YEARS. He's been on the news, in other media, and might be on the Big and Famous Oprah one day. Let's hope that raises up some money.
He's got a website http://catlover.fotopages.com (which has a link to his blog) and http://www.flickr.com/photos/jamilismail/
On his website you can donate to his project if you so choose. You can also send him positive vibes if you think his project is cool. Either by making, inspiring or otherwise, comments on his blog or pictures or through prayer, conscious thoughts or however else you send positive energy. I guess if you think he is a "Bad" you could also send him that feed back too but please include suggestions for change.

That was the highlight of my day and I wanted to share it with you. Attached are some picture of The Great CAT Man. Enjoy. The Moment.

I love life. I am life. And you are too! Though you may not know it, yet.
-Me! Though credit is unimportant. ha :b

Honestly and lovingly,
Kelly



Long Version:


If you can make the time and have interest:

Long Version (basically the story of how I was led to this my man by what I suspect was the Divine):
I've been feeling very creative, energized, for the last three days. I've had a lot of interesting conversations with people in the last three days.
Today, I woke up. Late. Too late to visit the Chinese embassy to start the visa process. I headed for the metro from my Couchsurfers (www.couchsurfing.org) place. Shit! (not really) I forgot the map. I don't want to go back for it. I guess I won't go to the hospital to get my cargo ship medical exam filled out today. What shall I do? I feel energized, by the Divine I suspect. Let's just follow our nose. I asked the man at the metro ticket both wear to go to meet the "locals". KLCC he responds. I'd been to KLCC the day before. Roaming security officers at the park notified me I was not permitted to lay down on the grass in the park. Security officers also notified me that I was not permitted to walk through the water of the water park. I was only for children and their parents.
But I headed that way. I got on the metro and felt I was suppose to talk to this guy. Turns out he will go to Bangladesh and is originally from Pakistan. I told him about my experience to Bangladesh. I got off the metro to get onto the other mentro line that would bring me to KLCC. KLCC? I don't want to go there,think I.

The other metro line involves crossing the street. There is a mosque, doing the call to prayer. I enter and because I have a beard am consider Muslim and am permitted to enter whilst other white tourist are not permitted. I see a young man. I feel that I should talk to him. I do. I ask where I should go to meet the "locals". His response? KLCC. Okej.
I feel compelled to talk with another man on the metro. I ask him multiple questions from normal: Do you have the time? ( a bit of a joke in my head. I think, do you have the time to stop thinking, to talk with me, time in general to do what you want to do) To unusual: Pick one, Yes or No. With some confusion he picks No. The next major decision I have to make with be No. I think to myself.
Right before getting off the subway I find out he is an artist! I'd like to talk more but my stop is here.

A delicious smell enters my nostrils as I head for the exit to subway. I want to eat that which is producing such a smell.
I find the source. A bakery. I continue to walk down the mall in search of a place to sit and eat my delicious baked goods. I sit. I see a young man with long hear and think. Follow him! I've occasionally had thoughts like this but rarely allow them to manifest. What else to I have to do today. I follow him. For a long time. 20 min. Up and down and all around the city. He is heading for the aquarium. Yay I get to go to the aquarium, I think to myself. Nope, just a tease he turns the another way. I follow. I think I lost him. Nope, there he is.
I continue. I see a man with a leopard print scooter with cats unusually calmly sitting upon it as well as a monkey. I'm intrigued and wish to take a picture. I spot my guide as I take out my camera. The man with the cats (hereby referred to as The Great CAT Man) shakes his finger a bit grumpily and points to the multiple signs hanging from his scooter. I glance. Pay 5 RM (Ring git= less than one Canadian Dollar) for photo. I continue to browse. Newspaper clippings of him with the cats, where I read that his is...(you know what he does). Interesting, I think. I will return here.

Now where is my guide? Start to walk. Walk a little more. He has vanished into thick air. Or as I think, he has completed his guide work. I return to The Great CAT Man's premise: The side walk. Continue to read and become more excited. I speak with passerby and take the opportunity to explain what this man is doing, after asking if they understood. They often didn't know. I start talking with a South Indian man living in Pakistan and Saudi Arabia usually but in Malaysia to study. He is incredibly open, accepting and understanding. We talk about many things from Spiritual beliefs to how the skimpily dressed women trying to convince people into their massage parlors are likely to be selling sex aswell. He knows he has tried. I judge not. I know. I was offered a sexy massage after engaging in conversation with one of the ladies. I think to ask him for his contact. Before I do he offers me his card. I feel we will meet again. We talked for over an hour. He departs.
I'd noticed the way The Great CAT Man treated those that tried to take a picture before paying. A tad aggressively. Not lovingly. I wish to talk with him. I do. We talk a lot. I pet the cats. We both really enjoy. One cat, Shakira, invites herself into my lap. I realize I've had a lot of love inside that I haven't been able to release. I'm releasing it but it seems endless. I make some suggestions to The Great CAT Man. His replies ring true with 16 years of experience -albeit slightly pessimistic. His grumpy behavior begins to make more sense. I think of how tired I got of answering the Bangladeshi questions, COUNTRY?, and often thought maybe I should just make a sign: I'm from Canada, I'm not married, I'm not Muslim or belonging to any religion, I'm 23, I'm alone, No girlfriend, Not everyone in Canada or any Western Country are Rich, Immigrating to Canada is not easy and may not satisfy you, etc. The Great CAT Man has be doing this for 16 years. He has created the sign and he points to it regularly.
I stay for some hours enjoying The Great CAT Man's company as well as that of the Cat's and the one monkey, Baby Q; bites my pencil, uses my arm as a branch, bites my hair rap, is extremely interested in my necklace which I disallow handling from previous biting experience, and whom bites my arm when she can't have anything to play with. When I say bite I mean a playful nible which doesn't break the skin but is enough to send parents to the police station to file a report against The Great CAT Man. I repeat: I begin to understand The Great CAT Man's grumpy behaviour.
I ask to visit his (cat) house after he refers to how some people have gone to visit. He thinks about the request. His final answer no. But here is my card and my website addresses.

You may think hmmm? Not allow to go to his house, eh? Starting to sound fishy to me.
My response: If he is a crook, he is an incredibly stupid one that deserves the 5RM for the photo to help him with his stupidity and his creativity alone. His suggested "black" business is not a money maker by any means. He would make more money working at McDonald's.

I leave The Great CAT Man. Eat some food and realize I want to write and preform a song for him, and the passerby's, at his scooter to bring more fun and love into his project. I write the song and head to the internet cafe. I am sitting on a chair in the internet cafe. Present.
The song?
To the sweat rhythms of "The Blues Brother-Minnie the Moocher" (type "this" into www.youtube.ca and you will find):

Hej folks here's the story about The Great CAT Man,
For homeless, helpless cats he gives a damn,
The time and energy is all his own,
He's got 104 cats (and three Monkey's) at his home!

Chorus:
3 Monkeys
104 Cats
Saved from the City streets
and you won't find a single ra-at.

Now he's doing this for 16 years,
That's commitment and compassion to my ears,
He hopes to open up a center some day,
where all the homeless, helpless animals can come to live and play,
Chorus:
For now he's here almost every single day
For a picture you have to PAY?!
Please friends don't think this man a cheat,
104 cats can really eat,
Chorus:
So that's the story about The Great CAT Man,
Ladies and Gentlemen there's something you must understand
This ain't some cruel cat monkey trick show
This is love and compassion, Let it grooooooooooooooooooooooooow

CaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaT Man,
The Great, CaaaaaaaaaaaaT Man
Jaaah-millllllllllllllllllllll

Thanks for making the time for the long version,
Peace and Presence,
Kelly