A few days ago, some genius decided to chuck his white chicken in my area. This white chicken thought it was cool to hang out in my garden or the garden of the house next to mine which is under construction.

We chased it out of our compounds several times as it is yet it comes right back. I shall now proceed to call it Boomerang Kari Ayam or BKA for short.

So BKA is a small, well fed looking, fluffy white chicken. Everytime I see it, like a retarded child, I scream 'CHICKEN!!!!!' mainly because I'm a budak bandar and live chickens are completely alien to me. As are cows and goats. This behaviour is especially apparent when I have to go back to Kelantan for the holidays.

Anyway, my cat is oblivious to BKA because everytime BKA makes an appearance the cat is asleep at the backyard. Yes, my family and I like out greeneries, we're not fond of tiled concrete as a hard moat around the house. I'd rather have a real moat with crocodiles. Whoops, I segwayed a bit there, now where was I? Oh, yes, BKA.

Now, my point to this all is that I didn't even bat an eyelash when I thought of slaughtering it for actual Kari Ayam...

... Mommy, does that make me an axe murderer?

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