Chapter 1 Muay The Warrior Cat Muay Thai came to be called so for the feisty and spirited little thing she was, reminiscent of the intense and energetic martial art of Muay Thai. Her bold personality inspired me to give her a name that reflected her sass and vigor. Muay Thai's antics were the stuff of legends. She was a buzz of energy, always getting into mischief and mayhem. Whether she was chasing invisible bugs, leaping over furniture like an acrobat or wrestling with toys, Muay Thai was a force to be reckoned with. Her favorite pastime was "attacking" my hands and feet, using her lightning-fast reflexes and razor-sharp teeth. It was a game she loved, and one that always left me in stitches. Despite her tough-as-nails persona, Muay Thai was also a total softie at heart. She loved nothing more than curling up in my lap and purring contentedly, her eyes gleaming with adoration before snoozing into the deepest of sleep...
As I pushed open the door to the quaint little bistro Driftwood Ahoy along the wharves on Clarke Quay, a warm smile spread across my face. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and delicious food enveloped me, making my stomach growl with anticipation. I spotted my friends already seated at a cozy table on the terrace overlooking the water. One of them was laughing heartily at a joke while throwing her head back. After all, we were celebrating our success– the much awaited promotions richly earned and a steady rise to the top of our game after hours and days of negotiations with an overseas supplier team for our company and snagging a sought-after coveted project majorly on our terms. Whewww! This truly called for a wind down and a splash of celebration. Taking my place at the table, I couldn't help but notice Willow, our host who had organized this magnificent lunch and suggested...