Hong Kong Expattery

Burp like no one is listening, walk like no one is behind you and wield an umbrella like it'll poke out someone's eye.

Farewell to an old friend

Hong Kong Expattery’s much-loved unofficial mascot passed away suddenly last week, despite previously promising to be immortal—or at least letting me die first so I didn’t have to deal with the grief. I’ll miss him staring down at me from his perch, silently judging me for wasting my life creating Golden Girls GIFs. And for dressing him like this.


Even though the apartment seems so empty without a pile of cat yack to maneuver around when I wake up at 4 a.m. to go to the bathroom, I’m not sure I’m ready for a new magnificent bastard in my life, but if anyone knows of any super-awesome, made-a-deal-with-the-Devil-so-s/he-will-never-ever-die cats who need a home, let me know.