Thursday, August 03, 2006
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Sunday, April 23, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
He said that stray cats are able to live on their own. And if they were to be back on the streets, they would be grateful that for whatever time we have kept them, they had a home.
Now, is that what most people think when they abandon their cats? That they are stray cats by blood, and thus able to take care of themselves, navigate the traffic, defend themselves against stray dogs... etc. And that by keeping them for a week, a month, and then letting them go, that is doing a good deed?
I feel so demoralised after that conversation with my father.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Loki de ma sent me some last photos of loki baby. On one hand I am happy that loki baby now has a home, on the otherhand, it is a bit sad that I will not be seeing him anymore. Oh well... I wish baby loki all the best. Remain cute and be a good boy, k?
Thursday, April 13, 2006
With heavy heart, I would like to announce a death in the fuzzy babies family.
Lobbie wasn't fuzzy. He was a really cute and healthy lobster. (technically, it is a crayfish). He religiously eat up the algae in his tank, and spends his day sitting on his log, finding blood worms to eat.
Last night, Lobbie decided to be adventurous. He climbed out of the tank through the air pump tube. After that he climbed across the table and fell on the floor. Doggie_honey found him... and... Lobbie... migrated to Lobster heaven. I found him in Doggie_honey's toys this morning. Among the teddy bears, I found Lobbie. He looked ok, I put him back into the water, hoping for a miracle, but it was not to be.
The lid was on. I really don't understand how Lobbie could have escaped. I think I will not have another lobster again. I shall bury Lobbie tonight.
Rest in peace, Lobbie. I am sorry. You were a good lobster. :(
Monday, April 10, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Doll is now Premier Nicsha Sheza Doll! Premier at her first Singapore show! Yeay yeay yeay yeay! She is such a show-off cat.. other cats stay IN the cage, she sits ON TOP of the cage! Oh well... hahaha...
Overall, the results are quite good. She was 2nd best, 3rd best, 4th best and 7th best for the 4 rings respectively. Not bad at all, considering she is in her summer coat! Yeay yeay yeay! Well done, Doll!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
The sweet thing was, the cars to his front, left, right and back all stopped and the drivers came out to check if the motorcyclist is ok. The cars formed a protective ring around the fallen man. The scene brought warmth to my heart. Maybe the world is not as bad as I thought it is.
There is still kindness . :)
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
It is not easy to get over death. When Feodora died, I wanted to give up all my cats, because I didn't think I could invest my love and experience another loss again. I am so glad that I didn't. Taking care of my babies was actually part of the grieving process, but Phyllis has to handle this so often. In many cases, the cats/kittens were abused and they suffer such pain. How Phyllis can have the strength to handle all these, plus to shoulder all the paramount vet fees is beyond me. She has my utmost respect.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Went over to my friend's hostel room to have a look at her new found kitten. OMG! It is soooo uber cute lor! It has a really cute tail. I brought over my birman Doll, and he was all puffed up, trying to act aggressive! The tail was like a brush! Hahaha... it was so so funny. Doll is so much bigger than him. Tiny fearless boy! ahhahaa... the bigger ginger is the handsome loki! i wish Baby can be more masculine, like loki. Hmmm...
I can't help gushing over him... what a cute baby... really want to bring him home. BUt.... oh well....
He is really clever. He knows how to find the litter box automatically. He also suckles Loki. kekekekeke....
He will be up for adoption soon I think. Please spread the words. This cutie really deserves a good home.
All photos copyrighted of PimPbABy3. kekeke.. thanks dear! I love baby loki!!!! oh ya.. and loki too, of coz! hahahah....
Saturday, April 01, 2006
A friend who visited my cats the other day commented that Latte is a bad ass. Well, I have to admit, he is quite aggressive. He will come over to play, but after awhile, he decides that he has had enough and will swap with his paws and bite really hard.
It would be really hard to imagine this agressive little creature... ok.. fat creature... hahha... used to be the sweetest little cat on earth. He would let people hold him forever, carry him in an position, stroke him... anything. He really tolerates any kind of handling.
However, one fateful Chinese New Year, my father's friends kids played really rough with Latte. They dangled him from his back legs. Latte is quite chubby, that must have really hurt! Nobody did anything to stop those kids, by the time I took Latte away, harm is already done. Physically he is alright, but mentally, he is no longer the innocent, friendly little cat.
We saw a 180 degrees change in his behaviour. He became very agressive. If you touch him when he is moody, he will bite. If you walk pass him when he is in a bad mood, he will jump on your foot and bite. When you carry him to his room when he doesn't want to go back yet, he will bite. Occasionally, he will display he usual sweet self, coming to you for a pat. But he is far from the sweet cat that he once was. That was 2 chinese new year ago. Today, he will initiate play, but once it gets too excited, the agressiveness comes back. I believe he no-longer trust humans totally.
It's rather sad to hear people comment that he is a bad cat. He isn't. Cruelty made him mean. And to think it happened in my own home! I hope with kindness, Latte will be back to what he was.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Feodora was very young. She died when she was 9 month 10 days old. I never expect to lose her that young. There were no early warning signs. No symptoms. I was happily waiting for CFA to promote Siberians to championship class and show her under premiership for the first time! Last month, CFA finally approved the breed. It came as a bittersweet consolation. Feodora didn't live to see that. This is a picture of feo standing still for the judge at the acf show in queensland. She was in kitten class.
There are so many things I wanted to do with her, but thinking that she has a lifetime with me, I procratinate. I go out shopping during weekends instead of staying home with her. I took leave to go overseas for short holidays but never have I take leave to stay home just to be with her. I wanted to bring her out for walks more often. How she loved the grass. After the novelty cooled off, I seldom bring her out. All these I regret now... if only I have known....
Feodora adored cheese. I will give her bits for treats every now and then. I noticed something was wrong when she stopped eating. She used to 'demand' her food every morning, so that was a bit worrying. Never expecting anything could be wrong, I decided to wait a few days and see. That was on saturday.
Monday morning came. Feodora still didn't want to eat. I got more worried. She also spends the whole day sitting on the carpet, looking tired. I fed her some cheese, and for the first time in her life, she rejected the cheese.I knew something was wrong, so I made an appointment at the vet and brought her in Monday night. I went to the vet with the mentality that this couldn't be indigestion, or stress, or something minor. I mean, this was a healthy young kitten, what could be wrong?
Turned out, I couldn't be more wrong.
The vet felt Dora's stomach and her eyes started to mist up. That totally freaked me out. And for the first time, it hit me that this could be serious. The vet could feel a big lump in her stomach. Her eye lids and ears were also a bit yellow, a sign of jaundice. 'Your kitten is very sick,' the vet told me, crying herself. I was already crying then. All i could say was 'please save my baby.' The rest of the night was hell. They needed to draw some blood for blood test. They tried the 2 front paws... the blood was too slow. So they have to try the thigh instead. Words can't express how helpless I felt standing there looking at how needles are poked into my baby. Every jab is like a stab to my heart. She was so weak. She didn't even struggle. That was followed by x-ray. I took hold of her two front legs while the vet assistant took her two back legs, they took an x-ray of her stomach. After that was a long wait for the results.
I set at the bench, telling dora how pretty her bandage look. Oh pink! matches your carrier! So pretty! All these idle talk, while tears are flowing down my cheeks.
Finally, blood test results. Her liver is bad. X-rays shows a large lump the size of a tennis ball near her ribcage. Vet explain this could be something she had swallowed, or a growth. She thinks most likely it's a growth, since her liver is already damaged. But we will only know after we open her up. But she has jaundice now, so surgery may lead to complications. However, the situation is too urgent to not do the surgery immediately. Feodora was so young, she deserved a chance. I gave the go-ahead for the operation which is scheduled for the next day. In the mean time, I opt to bring her home instead of hospitalise.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I cried a lot. I stroke her and prayed. I prayed and I prayed. I begged God not to take away my baby. I asked God to please make her well again.
The next morning, I packed Dora into her carrier and drove to the vet's. It was only a 10 min drive, Dora started coughing and vomiting. She was normally very good at car rides, she has never gotten car sick before. I was so worried I burst into tears. With one hand I opened her mouth to check if there is anything stuck inside, the other hand I held the steering wheel. Dora coughed out a large amount of yellow liquid. Her whole cushion was soaked. I later learnt this was bile. It was the longest journey to the vet ever. I thought I was going to lose her there and then.
Finally, we arrived at the vet's. I took leave. Dora's Godmother Nadia was there with me. So was my bf and sister. I am so grateful to them for being just there. Dora was put on a drip, inside a cage. She looked so sad then. My heart broke again.
After that, everything was a blur. The growth in dora turned out to be lymphatic cancer. and it has already started spreading. It is all over, impossible to remove. The vet say it will be very cruel to wake her up from the operation, because she may just die from the pain in her weak state. He recommended euthanasia. It was a very painful decision. On one hand I do not want dora to go, but I also do not want her to die from pain. With a heavy heart, I signed the approval form. And Dora never woke up from the surgery table.
The final scene of her on the operation table, the smell of the clinic... all these are still so vivid now. I cannot remember how I still manage to go to work the next day. But the mere thought of her brings tear to my eyes.
A week later, I collected her ashes from the clinic. My little girl has completed one full cycle. I brought her ashes home, as promised. Mommy will bring you home.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Feodora arrived in Singapore in a pink carrier, all covered with pee and feces. She is afterall, still a baby, cannot hold her bladder for too long. It was a long flight from Brisbane. But finally, Feodora was home! She was a happy little kitten. She explored the house as if she was the queen of the house. She accepted Baby & Latte immediately, although it took them some time to get use to her.
She has so many cute habits, I really don't know how to record all of them down. She will follow you around in the morning until you open the can of cat food. She will wait at your foot and 'chirp', asking you to hurry up with that food. She eats with relish. hahah...
She sleeps on the bed every night. Curled up around the feet, at the waist, anywhere she could get a warm spot.
She likes the sun, always sun tanning by the window where the sun comes in.
She is a very good climber. She could do all kind of acrobatic stunts on the cat tree. In fact, i bought the cat tree for her...
Here is a picture of her looking really miserable in my sister's arm. She doesn't like to be carried around. But she will still tolerate me. She growls when being carried, not the fierce kind. Just to show her displeasure. When she realise she cannot have her own way, she stops. That was really cute. :P Spoilt you may say, but i find that so endearing.
I would like to write about her last journey too... but that is still a very painful memory... and i know i will have to do that in private. course i will cry again...
Nadia introduced me to the wonderful breed of Siberians.
Marie allowed me to see and touch my first Siberian.
Yvonne Nadia and I... I think we are the only Siberian Fanatics in Singapore. We should start our own Siberian Cat Club. (SCC). Wahhahahahah....
Tribute to Miakoschka Feodora - The little cat that lived with me for a mere 6 months but will reside forever in my heart...
The photo Marie sent me. Marie offered me a couple of kittens. I was really undecided then. And then I saw this photo. I don't know. I was smitten then. There is something about her that caught my eye. There were kittens in the same litter who are better type. But eventually, I still chose her. Then, it was a frantic search for a nice russian name. Feodora: Gift from God. How appropriate. A beautiful name for a beautiful kitty. Marie commented that she will be a wonderful kitten for me. How correct she was. Feodora was a purrfect kitten.
The trip to Feodora's home:
Nadia and I made a trip to Marie's home. Marie, then an unknown stranger to us, offer us to stay at her home. What great hospitality! There, I got to meet Marie's many many cats, and of course, Feodora for the first time!!! This is Feodora and her sister Isidora. Coincidentally, her sister is also named -dora. hahahha...
It wasn't a fairy tale. Feodora didn't like me at first sight. Hahaha... in fact, she ran away from me everytime i approach. She will growl when I carry her. Here is one of the few instances she played with me. That's me in the jeans, and the Nine West shoes that nad wants to buy! hahahahahha.....
I was more smitten with Isidora, her sister, who was the more outgoing one. The first night I slept with her, I didn't bring a litter box into the room and she eliminated on the floor! ahhahaha... I must add, I think Tim peed on nad's bag! anyway, someone did pee on nad's bag!!!! hahahah... should be tim. :P
Feodora was very naughty. Being a kitten, she chases her sister around the house, having lots of fun. They were a great joy to watch, Isi, tim and feo.
Here's one of feo being caught raiding the wardrobe. She was a happy little cat. My worry then was, will she like me? It would be so sad to have a little cat that runs away from you all the time. But I realise now, that's needless worry. Seems like it's a siberian trait. They adore their owners but are wary of strangers. We observed that the cats never behave that way with Marie. Hahaha... anyway, we know when Feodora finally arrive in Singapore.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
How can I not post a photo of Doll! Fetched her from the airport on March 10th. She is my the 4th member of my little animal household.
Household ranking (so far):
1. Cattie_Baby: He is the first. He thinks he is the top cat. So far, he seems to be correct. Although Cattie_Doll challenges his position ever so often. Way to go, girl power!
2. Cattie_Doll: I think she is now rank number 2. Everywhere she goes, other lowly citizens give way. Except Cattie_Baby of course. But Cattie_Doll is strong. She knows how to bribe the people with rubs and purrs. I think Cattie_Baby's position is shaky. hahaha.... we shall see.
3. Cattie_Latte: Eat, sleep. Eat, sleep. Cattie_Latte is a very peaceful cat. He doesn't care about hierachy. As long as there is food, he is happy. This puts him lowest among the cats, but consolation is, he is still above the doggie.
4. Doggie_Honey: Likes everybody. (very one-sided love) Other than Cattie_Baby, I don't see any catties that seems especially fond of her. Hahhaa... Cattie Baby is her best friend. Good tactic. If you can't be the best, be-friend the best. Hahahaa....
Special Category: Cattie_Dora: She was such a wonderful kitty, she deserves a category all by herself. She was a very friendly cat, but also a no-nonsense cat. She was very sociable, but held her own very well against the other cats. Definitely not a push-over. I believe she would have make a great matriarch of the household.
End off with a picture of beloved Feodora. This is my favourite picture of her. Tongue out. Cheeky as usual. :)
Sometimes I really doubt the sexual orientation of cattie_baby & cattie_latte... hmmm.... they sleep hugging each other. They are depressed when kept in different rooms. They lick each other dry after bathing. If one goes off somewhere, say to the vet, they will hug each other on 'reunion'. I don't know.... they are weird.... hahahaa...
Anyway, today is different. Everything is in place this morning. Doggie held her bowels until I bring her out to relief herself. Cattie_Baby was sleeping soundly beside me on my pillow. He is usually up on the aircon, cupboard, anywhere high. Cattie_Latte is sleeping as usual. he is the lowest maintenance cat in the house. Cattie_Doll is happily eating her kibbles. Good. Very good.
If only everyday can be this peaceful. :)
I love my babies!
Monday, March 27, 2006
Baby must have been part of this conspiracy. He must be really jealous of all the pedigree members and is out to destroy all their pedigrees!!!!!!
anyway, i put the cert in a file, placed the file on a shelf at the TOP of the table lor. Baby must have pull it out and threw it onto the floor! Honey, being the unknowing victim, must have happily chewed it. DAMN!!!
I have since hide doll, dora and the left over of honey's cert in a drawer. Naughty baby.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
So why is it so difficult for me to let go, to move on, after my kitten Feodora died? I call her kitten, because she was just a tender 8 months cat. Why? Why? It was such a traumatising experience. Now as I am writing this, i still can't help crying. Unlike for the cases of my grandparents, when I think of her now, my first thoughts are of her bandaged back leg, her look when she was kept in the vet's holding area, her spread-eagle unconsious while the vet assistant shave her belly, and eventually her lifeless body on the operation table.
It's so hard to move on. Maybe her death came too unexpectedly and premature. I don't know... But I really don't know when I can think of her and not cry anymore.
I miss her so much.