Sunday, September 19, 2010

Baby Beau - New Photos

As promised, an update about Baby Beau. She has recovered from her flu and eye infections. It turns out that she doesn't have ringworm on her face. The baldness was caused by her scratching her eyes and also the dried, crusted, discharge from her eyes. Whenever she rubbed off the crusted icky stuff, she pulled fur out as well. She basically waxed her own face. The fur has been growing back well and she looks fabulous. Oh, did i mention that she's a girl, not a boy. I always make that mistake with the young ones. So she can't be called Beau anymore. I'm leaning more toward Baby Boo or Little Boo but anyway, names I give these tykes aren't permanent. They almost all get new names when they go to their new homes.

Isn't she pretty?

Can you spot the kitten?

Snoozing peacefully.. A rare moment. She's almost always running around.

Looking pretty in pink..

Check out that big belly.. Rest assured, she has been dewormed!!

Such a pretty face and an awesome personality to match!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

New foster kitten - Baby Beau

M2 and I found Baby Beau last night as we drove through Kampung Segambut Dalam. The tiny little tyke was trying to cross the road by himself and ran right in front of my car. I pulled over and M2 rushed out to grab him. He's about 5-6 weeks old, white with grey patches. So far he's pretty quiet but he's got a great appetite. He eats wet or dry food and has the most impeccable bathroom habits I have ever seen. I'm convinced he's a genius. I just had to show him the litter box once and he hasn't failed to use it on his own every time, even thoroughly burying each 'deposit'. I know plenty of adult cats that could learn a thing or two from Baby Beau. He's been treated for fleas and will be getting his shot and dewormer when he sees the shelter vet tomorrow. He seems to have some sort of skin problem on his face (ringworm maybe?), some baldness above and around his nose, but I'm sure he'll be a heartbreaker once it clears up. I thought he might be sick because he seemed weak but after a big meal he started to very gently play with my hands. Baby Beau is available for adoption to a good home. I'll post more photos as he grows, especially as his face recovers.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Molly is miserable.

Looks like all those pre-rehoming orientation sessions Molly had with Az the last couple of weeks aren't any help at all. She might as well have moved to the home of a total stranger. Molly is so fragile, so sensitive, she can't handle the change in environment. Nevermind that the person there is the one that gave her all the yummy chicken and got her so excited and happy at my old house.

Molly is depressed and fearful. In her scared state she is also becoming aggressive. She has bitten Az twice. Once on his hand, and the second time on the back of his thigh after he had set down her dinner bowl and then turned to leave her enclosure. When she isn't growling at Az and his dogs, she's barking and howling. Az's neighbors have already complained twice about her late night howling. Az's puppy Sunday is now terrified of Molly and will run and hide whenever she sees her around. Today is Friday. Molly hasn't eaten since Tuesday. When I visited her yesterday, I tried to hand-feed her pieces of chicken breast. She wasn't interested at all. She also doesn't move much. She lies down in her enclosure and doesn't budge. I had to carry her onto her quilt. When I call her name she doesn't look at me. She's completely unresponsive. She wasn't excited to see me when I visited her. She just glanced at me and then continued spacing out.

Anyway, Az and I decided she needed to go to a vet and that she should also board there for a day or two to give Az's neighbors a break from her howling. Since Molly wouldn't move, I had to carry her to my car and then carry her into the clinic, and carry her into the kennel. All this happened last night. At the clinic, they are monitoring how much she eats, if at all. So far she has had some water. I just went to visit her. She whined when she saw me. That's something at least.. better than the totally unresponsive dog from before. The sign on the door of her kennel says "Molly - Check makan/tidak. Gigit" That says to check if she eats or not, and that she bites. I guess she bit someone there too.

What do we do? Az is already the world's most patient and awesome adopter. If she can't make it with him, she can't make it with anyone. No one else would be fine with being bitten twice and going through all the orientation sessions and tolerate the howling. I know Molly wants to go back to our old house but that house is gone. I don't have a house to foster her in anymore.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

And off we go to our new homes.. all of us..

Yesterday the 31st of August, was the Malaysian independence day. I'm not patriotic so it means nothing to me, plus i'm a chink and my fellow malaysian chinks know what that means over here... second class citizens. But anyway f*** that. I'm not going to get political today. For me, yesterday had a different meaning, it was the last and final day at the house. The end of one of the most important and life-changing chapters of my life. Now I find myself strangely alone. It's a weird feeling and I'm a little lost. The ex and I were together for 5 years and lived together for 3. This breakup has been like a divorce.. Division of pets, property, the whole 9 yards. I'm just happy that we have parted amicably and will always be part of each other's lives. Still, i think its pretty traumatizing for all and I haven't slept well in weeks. Now that the house is empty and none of us are there anymore, this breakup feels all too real. ugh i know i'm not really making sense. just rambling. anyway this is supposed to be about the animals not me.

Molly moved to Az's home on Monday evening. I was there with her for about 6 hours and we hung out with Az and his dogs Kopi and his puppy, now named Sunday. Molly was nervous but willing to explore so I was optimistic.. when she first moved in with me, she was completely paralyzed with fear so this was a big improvement. She even ate lamb and chicken that Az prepared for her. She played with Sunday and wasn't too growly. I hoped everything would be ok when I left her there. Well she started to get a little barky and agitated towards the end of the night. I guess she sensed something was wrong and wanted to go home. We had her confined to a back area but when she saw me leaving she managed to get through and made a mad dash for the door. She was so panicked she pooped a little. My poor baby. Az told me that the next morning, she became very aggressive. We are working on that now.

I hope I never have to foster a dog ever again. It's too painful. I know we are supposed to maintain an emotional distance from our foster animals, but i just can't. People are always telling me not to get too attached. How can I not get attached? The only way to rehabilitate these animals, especially the abused ones, is to shower them with as much unconditional love as possible. If I could hold anything back, any love, then I wouldn't be fostering anyway. Know what I mean? I foster because I love. So yeah it hurts, it always hurts and now the thought of Molly being unhappy is killing me. There is a tightness in my chest that hasn't gone away since she left me. I am so worried and I miss her so much. I am always fighting back tears.

Tony and Spike moved to my ex's home last night. That was heartbreaking for me as well. I miss them already. Spike was so confused and whined a lot when he was left there. Tony was fine though, he lived there for a whole year before and seemed to remember it. I know they will be fine there. That house has like the biggest freaking yard ever. It's HUGE. They will have so much space and hopefully Tony won't always get cranky and attack Spike. Surely that giant yard is big enough for the both of them? Fingers crossed. I'll go over this weekend to bathe and walk them.

All the cats are fine in my new apartment except for Daisy Mama Cat. She really hates being indoors. She has been hiding behind the potted plants on the balcony since yesterday.

Silas the kitten was adopted this afternoon by a nice girl that has a 1 year old male orange tabby kitty.