::I'll tell you about Mok. He's a cat. A fat cat. A cat with fat. But a really adorable one. He wanders in the nerighborhood, and by nightfall, he'll crash himself under my void deck (or the opposite) and sits like a King. A fat King. He's indeed pretty popular amongst my famliy (this includes my grandparents). I don't actually know who or what gave him that name, but he somehow responds pretty affectionately to it. When she was younger, my sister would walk home from school with my grandma (or grandpa), and at the sight of the fat cat she'll squeal delightfully, "Ge-MOOOK!!" And amazingly, the fat cat called Mok, will get up excitedly, run to her and when he reaches her feet, would plop down on the floor and roll on his back. My sis will pat and tickle him endlessly. Sometimes, she'll bring down food in the mornings, and my mum would smile at the sight of Mok everytime she walks home from work or the neighborhood shop. Now, even Imran is in love with the fat one. And those nights when he walked me home, at the sight of him I'll go.."Ge-MOOOK!!" and the fat one will automatically runs to my feet, and plops down on the floor waiting to be tickled. So that's Mok. Ge Mok. The cat. The fat cat. The cat with fat. The King. The adorable fat King. ::