Miss Brown’s Adoption And The Spaying of Miss Orange

The thought of seeing Miss Brown and Miss Orange getting pregnant and giving birth over and over again was enough to make my heart sank entirely.

However, I was told by a restaurant worker that Miss Brown has been adopted by someone who frequents the Mamak restaurant. I hope the worker was right on Miss Brown being adopted. I honestly pray that she is well taken care of and loves by her new family.

As for Miss Orange, some kind Samaritans took her away, got her spayed and released her back at the Mamak restaurant. I was very happy for her.

The Notorious Black Cat

He is not one of the cats I feed on daily basis. He is not a cat from this vicinity but he made it his home now. But he knows this is the right place to come to when he needs to mate. He is the cause of Miss Brown’s and Miss Orange’s pregnancies.

He declares himself the big brother of this area although he is a new cat in town. He got rid off of all the adult male cats. No male kittens got away from his brutal paws too. He was the one who attacked the poor kitten which had to be put to sleep due to broken spine and leg.

I got very upset with him and stopped feeding him now.

Abandoned Kitten Yearning For A Little Warmth And Love

Kindly contact me if you are interested in adopting this kitten.

He is the baby of Mother Cat. He is also the only surviving kitten of the three. What happened to the other two? I have no idea.

I used to feed both the mother and kitten side by side. Sometimes, they ate from the same container. It was rather heart-warming to see them filled with so much TLC (tender, love and care).

Now that the Mother Cat is pregnant again, she would hiss at the poor kitten if he tries to get near her. Luckily she is not hostile towards him. I could see the yearning in him to receiving a little warmth and love from his mother which he misses so much as he runs about and around her. However, the fear of being hissed prevented him from getting close to her. I had no choice but to feed them separately, far from each other.

The Mother Cat’s tummy grew bigger by the days, and the need to protect her unborn babies increased. Finally, she abandoned her almost two months old kitten completely, leaving him all alone at the rubbish dump to fend for itself.

I could tell how hungry he was each time I went to feed him. He whined and whimpered as he gobbled his biscuits. Then he would stop eating, meow melancholy, ran about, in and out of the rubbish dump several times looking for his mother. I was quite certain that he was calling for the Mother Cat to join him in his meal. Each meow he uttered, I replied soothingly. His cries totally wrenched my heart.

The poor kitten is now suffering from mange. It is getting from worst to bad as the mange is attacking both his ears and hind paws. It is no surprise as he lives in the rubbish dump, sleeps in the rubbish dump, eats in the rubbish dump and drinks in the rubbish dump. For now, all I can do is to include vitamins in his meals. Hopefully, it will build up his immune system.

Once I gain his confidence, I am sure he would allow me to get close to him, to touch him and eventually to hold him. Then, I would be able to take him to the vet for treatment.

Poor Kitten Had To Be Put To Sleep

On 7 August 2009 at about 9pm, I was walking towards the direction of the Nasi Lemak stall when I spotted a black cat staring intensely at one motionless thing at the back lane of an office block. Before I could determine what it was, he launched a fierce and merciless attack at the thing. To my horror, it was a kitten. I could hear the piercing scream of the black cat and the sharp painful scream of the kitten. Without hesitation, I took my slipper off and threw it at the black cat as I ran toward their direction. My slipper didn’t hit any part of his body but it did frighten him and he scampered away.

The poor kitten was gasping for breath and his heartbeat was fast. I soothed him by patting his head and body and to let him know that I meant no harm. I noticed several clumps of his furs on the ground. He was bruised and lying on his side. He tried to crawl away but I stopped him. I was very sure he was attacked by the black cat not for once but repeatedly before I went to his rescue.

I gave him some water. He must be totally exhausted. When he tried to crawl away again, that was when I noticed that his hind legs were not moving properly. He couldn’t sit. He couldn’t walk. All he could do was crawl. I fear for the worst for him.

I told my friend and we decided to bring him home. Tomorrow morning, we would get another friend to send us to the vet. I slept in the guestroom with the kitten. He woke up at 5am screaming in pain. I soothed him and gave him some water. Then, he fell asleep again. At 7am he woke up screaming again. I soothed him again. I took his picture as he stared into my eyes.

At 8am, our friend came to fetch us. We went to a vet in Shah Alam and the poor kitten was examined by the doctor. He was given injection and some medication. Since the vet doesn’t provide x-ray service, we were advised to bring the kitten to the Animal Hospital in order to determine if he had any fractured bones, punctured diaphragm and spinal injury.

Upon reaching the Animal Hospital, the kitten undergone a thorough check-up and was put on drip. After an hour of anxious waiting, we were so devastated when the doctor showed us the result of the x-ray. There were broken spine and broken leg. The doctor advised us to put him to sleep in order to end the poor kitten’s pain. We couldn’t hold back our tears anymore. My friend said his farewell to him. I said mine and I asked Lord Buddha to bless his soul as I patted him gently. His eyes were closed as he breathed lightly and calmly.

Greyie, Snowie & Sweetie Are Still Looking For A Good Home

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Greyie, Sweetie and Snowie are growing bigger by the day. They are into their fifth month now. However, they are still homeless. There had been a couple of offers to adopt these kittens. But I rejected them for they did not meet the set requirements. If they were to be adopted, I have to make sure that they have a good home, loved and properly cared for. Otherwise, they are better off without a home.

I wish I could adopt them and provide them with a home. But I simply can’t because I am staying in a small apartment, and according to the apartment’s rules, I am only allowed to keep one pet. If I stay in a double-storey terrace house, I would certainly have adopted them.

Anyway, I must admit that these kittens are very smart. They recognize me by my foot step and the sound of my flip flop creates when I walk. This is how they differentiate me from the rest of the people walking along the pavement. The minute they hear my footsteps, I would find them running beside me. Why? It simply means their meal time and spending some time with them.

(Note : Names are given to these kittens for easy reference purposes only)

Mother Cat Bullied By Sweetie Pie

Anyone who has been reading my blog would know that Sweetie Pie is very territorial, and would pick a fight with any cat especially Mother Cat if they happen to bump into each other.

On 5 June 2009, at approximately 1am I went down to feed Mother Cat at the rubbish dump where she would go looking for food. She would not appear until very late in the evening or after midnight. I have no choice but to make a special trip down just to feed her. Similar to Sweetie Pie, she has given birth and I have no idea where she hides her babies.

Anyway, Mother Cat was enjoying her biscuits when suddenly Sweetie Pie appeared. The moment she saw me, she ran toward my direction. I happened to be standing rather close to where Mother Cat was eating. Before I could move away from Mother Cat, Sweetie Pie saw Mother Cat and the container of biscuits. Instantaneously they started hissing and growling at each other and was ready to put up a good fight.

They continued to hiss and growl at each other for about three minutes. As expected, Mother Cat’s hisses and growls soften and cautiously she crawled away from Sweetie Pie. Once again, Sweetie Pie triumphed over Mother Cat and started enjoying her prizewinning biscuits.

Only after Sweetie Pie left with a full stomach, Mother Cat crawled back to consume the rest of the biscuits in the container. Luckily, it was still half full of biscuits. I felt so sorry for her. I waited for her to finish eating, collected the container, wished her good night and went home.

The White & Black Young Kitten

On one faithful afternoon about four months ago, I saw a white & black kitten at the sundry shop where I normally go to which is located below one of the apartment blocks. How could I not see him when he meowed so frantically under the steel compartment where the shop keeper puts his onions, potatoes, shallots and garlic?

I crouched under the compartment to take a good look at him. A kitten about the size of my palm and his eyes were still blue. He was very friendly for he climbed onto my lap and continuously meowing. The poor kitten must be starving. I went straight in, to the shelf where the cat food was displayed, took a packet of wet food for kitten, paid the grocer and gave it to the kitten. He finished it in split second.

I was informed by one of the workers that the kitten had been there since morning. Another abandoned kitten, it seemed. My friend and I tried to take him home but he was struggling and crying the moment he was lifted from the ground all the way to my apartment. He started hissing at my cat, Nino at first sight while Nino was just looking at him. From that moment, we knew this kitten was not suitable for Nino and would not make a good indoor cat.

I took him down, put him back where he was, and he stopped crying immediately. He ran inside the sundry shop, hid behind the cash register section. He seemed happy to be there. Whenever I saw him during my daily round of feeding, I would feed him.

After a week or two, he went disappear and never showed up until the evening of 4 June 2009. I was walking back to my apartment from my round of feeding the cats when I spotted him resting outside the front entrance of my apartment block. He has grown into a young kitten, about 6 months old, looking fine and charming. I was extremely happy with the reunion, fed him and patted him. It was a short reunion though for he went disappear once again.