12 hours, 700,000 rupiah and a bowl of nasi putih later, my little Balinese cat, Tikus, is home napping on a dining room chair. She's a resilient little thing and has basically recovered from her operasi. Her ruffian boyfriend has stopped yowling from the rooftop and when he thinks we aren't looking, tiptoes into the kitchen and chows down her food. We caught him "red-pawed" tonight with his mouth full of crunchies. She was on her mat barely opening her eyes as he scurried away when he saw us coming into the kitchen. We told him it's okay as long as he catches rats and the occasional cobra...Nothing here is like life as I knew it in the USA—NOTHING.