Before we go on, there should perhaps be a label warning that this is going to be a "crazy-cat-lady-who-can't-stop-taking-pictures-of-cats" (or of her kids for that matter) kind of post.

So in any case should this sound somewhat unappealing to you, it might be good to turn off your browser right now.

If not, do meander on as I ramble :)

This place we went to actually feels more like a cafe with cats, rather than a cat cafe. Seems like they did a move from their original location in Imbi. I wonder why.

Not that there was a lack of felines.

They were everywhere.

This one was a favourite. It was sleeping the whole time beside somebody's coffee.

I wish it would come sleep beside mine.

First time I've heard of croffles actually... ...

... ...though these were really good.

For almost two hours, the girls were in their "la-la land".

And so was I in mine.

@Monster. A Garden Cafe


At the Rex KL.

It was nice that they had left plenty of the old cinema intact, with its peeling walls, rusty ladders and cracked tiles. This must have been what was Capitol to us in Singapore.

The little Peanut had fever (no, it wasn't that dreadful virus... ...I hope) and so it was just me and the Pea, but they had the biggest Book Xcess in town so we had to go.



The girls loved visiting Ah Gong and Ah Ma*, so there we were again in KL two months later.

They were happy chasing dogs, feeding fish, going up and down the stairs and just making an awful joyful din in general, but we did manage to venture out of the house a little more this time.

We should be back again in March.

*a chinese dialect for grandpa and grandma.



The three-year-old and the seven-year-old at one of the many, many cafes around. This one was done up really well.

We had some really nice food thanks to the strong SG dollar ;)



Out with the gang at Bukit Bintang for a walk. The cherries on the wall say it all.

I'm not sure what it is about old buildings, but I really love them. This artsy one called Zhongshan Building was a 1950s' which used to be an association and then an old hostel.

Le Tommy Baker in the courtyard.

Lovely, lovely details here... ...

... ...and here.

My little gila* monsters. 

(*singlish dictionary - meaning: mad, origin: malay)

We were too early for Piu Piu Piu, which was a pity.

I would like to sit here next time.

She wanted a photo with the plants #crazyplantladyintraining, which by the way, I spy a pricey polka dot begonia on the left #therealcrazyplantlady

The colourful Ana Tomy. The girls bought postcards.

Hmm... ...that reddish orange Kodak tint. But at 17 dollars a roll, I would have to cough up blood for Fuji. Must I say, film photography has been elevated from an expensive hobby to a VERY expensive hobby.