Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Molly my little tripod pooch

my little three-legged angel
i'm going to miss my smelly couch buddy so much!!
yup. i'm kissing my molly.

How do I make an outdoor cat an indoor cat?

No, seriously. How?
I need to get Daisy Mama Cat used to living in a small 2 bedroom apartment even though I couldn't even get her used to living in a double-story 4 room house. Suggestions from the animal welfare community much appreciated! Remember, her escape attempts are famous because they are very very destructive. She HATES being indoors. She has never been completely tamed. She will rip out mosquito netting, literally climb walls, destroy window screens, and has even managed to break locks on windows. I shit you not.

I'm not leaving her behind when I move!

Monday, July 26, 2010

just a few more weeks with my dogs

In a few weeks, "One girl, too many animals.." will be more like "One girl, too many darn felines.."

You all know why.. so I won't bore you with the gory, painful, emotional details again. If you need a refresher, feel free to read back or click here. Today my dad gave me the keys to an apartment he owns that has been vacant since last year. It's a great place and I don't have to pay him full rent which is awesome since I'm always broke. But like most condos in KL, pets are not allowed. AT ALL. In fact I have been warned that the management and the homeowners association in this building are particularly anal about pets. So I can only bring my quiet furkids (cats) and make sure that no one ever sees them. That means no Tony, no Spike, no Molly. I wouldn't be able to bring them out for walks or anything so they're better off without me.

I mentioned before that Tony and Spike will be moving to a large house with a huge yard with my ex. They'll be fine with him. They're his dogs too. Molly's fate has also been decided now. She will be moving in with the lady that rescued her from her life as a three-legged stray puppy. She will be fine there. This lady is a true dog lover. She has a few dogs of her own and also feeds the stray dogs in her neighborhood. She prepares her own homemade dog food and treats. Pretty awesome huh? It's sad but I suppose Molly was never mine. We just felt that way. I was always just her temporary fosterer but I guess I forgot after a while. I've gotten too involved with this foster dog.. To the point that I had even stopped trying to find her a home. A year and a half with Molly and I feel like I can't stand to be without my silly little dog. I tried to come up with crazy schemes to secretly keep her in the apartment... but.. my parents are already on to me and whatever it is, I haven't been succesful in teaching Molly to shut up. She loves the sound of her own voice. I also love it when she barks happily and howls every time she yawns or wants attention but my new neighbors won't love it. anyway she'll be fine with the awesome lady that rescued her right? I can visit on the weekends and bring her presents.


i want to cry.

Friday, July 16, 2010


fatfat at 3 months..
fatfat at 8 years..
my darling kitty..
The best rescue cat ever.

Monday, July 12, 2010


mood swings mood swings mood swings!! why do you continue to plague me and drive me nuts with your rollercoaster crap? i'm so sick of being peachy one minute and down down downnnnnnnnn the next. damn you malfunctioning brain chemistry! too bad there's no warranty on this thing.. if there was, i'd want a refund!

oooh but on the bright side, today's SPCA PAWTY @ Sid's Pub was an awesome success and super fun! Spike had hot dogs and burger patties and sniffed lots of other dogs' butts.

ok are you beginning to see a pattern in how my mind works?

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Rest in Peace Ambrose

Lately this has become the animal welfare blog of doom and gloom. Everything is shite. Nothing inspiring and uplifting to report. I haven't been having much luck with my rescues these days and today was no better. This year, so many of my posts are titled "Rest in Peace _______". Is it bad luck? bad karma? Just a real shit time for homeless animals in Malaysia? Or is it me? Maybe my best isn't good enough for these critters anymore. My awesome rescue and rehome record seems to suddenly have been scarred by numerous failures. Anyway enough whinging. I want to tell you about Ambrose.

My dear friend M2 and I headed out to lunch and an interview together yesterday afternoon. I was rummaging through my gigantic bag for my phone when M2 suddenly braked, stopped the car and cried out. I looked up to see a heartbreakingly skeletal cat struggle to slowly limp across the road. He was obviously extremely weak and desperately ill. I brought him into the car, set him on my lap and M2 immediately drove us to the vet. Ambrose lay down on my lap during the drive. He seemed relieved to be with us. We think he was an abandoned pet because he was very tame. He didn't struggle. The poor thing was extremely filthy, his tail and hind legs caked in dried up diarrhea. He smelled awful, was half bald, emaciated, seemed to have one functioning brilliant blue eye (the other was so infected we couldn't see it at all) but we could see that he was actually a great beauty. A short hair seal point Burmese or Siamese kitty.

We dropped him off at the clinic and Dr S promised she would call with an update after feeding Ambrose and running some tests. M2 and I rushed into town for our appointments, thinking about Ambrose all the time. After my job interview, I received a phone call from Dr S. Ambrose had tested positive for FIV. He also suffered from numerous secondary infections. Jaundice, widespread fungal infection, eye infection, flea infestation, extreme malnourishment and dehydration. What could we do for him? We didn't know. Could we find a home for a middle-aged cat with aids? The only sure thing was that both of us couldn't keep him nor afford his longterm care. FIV is contagious, we both have other pet cats, we're both in shitty financial spots right now. It seemed like all we could do was euthanize him but it was an awful thought.

We went back to the clinic to visit Ambrose. There we were told that he had a good appetite and had eaten whole cans of hill's prescription a/d by himself. During our visit we let him out of the cage and sat on the floor. He was so weak but still he crept up onto my lap and lay down. I was so touched! We'd only just met once earlier during the rescue! But he remembered me and my lap. Aww.... I wanted to cry. We decided to leave him at the clinic overnight and either come back in the morning and have him put to sleep after he had enjoyed some comfort and satisfying meals, or we would come back with the good news that we had found someone to adopt him or sponsor his medical bills. That night I sent out messages pleading for help for Ambrose. WM from local dog rescue ngo Malaysian Dogs Deserve Better responded that she could help sponsor Ambrose's medical care. I was so relieved that someone cared and wanted to help us! The financial help would enable us to keep Ambrose at the clinic longer and buy more time to find him a home.

I woke up the next morning to two missed calls from the clinic on my phone. I immediately had that feeling of dread. I knew what was coming. They wouldn't have called unless something was wrong because they were expecting me to visit Ambrose in the morning anyway. I was right. Ambrose was dead. He had passed away sometime in the middle of the night and was already dead when they checked on him in the morning. Major disappointment and sadness. I thought that he would recover from his secondary infections and be fine and just be a kitty living with FIV because his appetite was so great! i thought that was a good sign. His death is so unexpected. I really thought we could fix him up. But we are glad that he had some good meals and a safe place to lay his head last night.. Maybe that's why he felt it was a good time to go? I don't know. As usual I had to see the body and say goodbye. I pet him on his head, stroked his fur, and told him I was sorry. Rest in peace Ambrose.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Rest In Peace Reve Moine

Yesterday, I received the shocking news from my friend NT that fellow SPCA Selangor volunteer Reve Moine has passed away. I didn't know Reve well. In fact I only met her a few times and saw her around the shelter. We've probably exchanged less than 20 words. But I have always known about her love for animals and her dedication to them. Her commitment to animal welfare is incomparable. She was a warrior. She spoke out, she fought for the animals, and she gave them her time, all of it. Reve was a permanent full-time volunteer. When I say permanent i mean permanent. She was at the shelter all day, every single day for years. She asked for nothing in return. She was there just for the animals.

Reve I wish I had known you better. I wish I knew you like the others from the shelter did. I should've spent more time volunteering at the shelter instead of just the outreach events outside.. I missed out but have always respected and admired you. I hope we find out what happened. I hope the bastards are brought to justice. Rest in peace dear lady. There will never be another person like you. I hope we make you proud as we continue to work for the animals.

My condolences and prayers go out to your friends and family.

Friday, July 2, 2010

A few sweet moments...

I miss Conan so much! Here he is on my lap the day before we sent him to his new home in Cameron Highlands, a 4 hour drive away!! yes, i was wearing blue shorts with white polka dots.. hey i was at home! no one was supposed to see them! muahahaha

Here's Molly having a nap blissfully unaware that it was her last day with longtime friend and companion Conan. That ottoman is her favorite hangout spot.

My boys Fat Fat and Sparks.. Together and in love forever!!

SPCA Pawty @ Sid's Pub, Bukit Tunku, KL