going, going...

i don't think i've ever found it so hard to leave London for Singapore.
maybe it's cos i know i can never pack light.
maybe it's cos Booty's going back to Liz.
will miss this little terror who:
uses my carpet as her scratching mat,
jumps into my bathtub and expects me to turn on the tap so she can drink from it,
stays in bed with me even when i sleep for the whole day,
never plays with any of the new toys i got her......
*sniff*
another cat's going out of my life.
glad she was my companion for the past few months,
seeing her sitting by the door once i get home.
it sure beats coming back to an empty flat.

tata London.
winter sucks.