tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245183447047294292024-03-13T20:48:27.685+08:00One girl, too many animals..A chick in the city trying to survive with 3 dogs, 6 cats, and a constantly changing cast of foster animals.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-51105826439359494812015-01-16T11:42:00.003+08:002015-01-16T11:46:00.464+08:00My Spike - Much loved 2006 to September 12, 2014 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-29389393173458174972014-02-27T11:38:00.001+08:002014-02-27T16:20:31.251+08:00Goodbye WandaDo you remember my sweet, when it was just you, me, Poppet, and Butch all the time. I was still new on Langkawi island then. I didn't have any friends. I had just moved in with you pooches, the only human in the dog shelter. All the other dogs had their own rooms but you three were my roommates. You immediately accepted me and welcomed me to the pack. You, me, and Poppet slept on the big bed together. Butch was usually on his sheet-covered sofa or on the floor between the little cupboard and the bed. He would sleep peacefully and deeply all night. He hardly made a sound. You and Poppet though... You girls were nocturnal rascals. I don't know what it was about bedtime that always made you girls decide it was time for wrestling and bitey-face. I'd try to sleep while your playfights shook and jostled the bed. After a while you'd lose interest and sleep while Poppet stayed awake and chewed on my arm contentedly. You were older and you tired quickly. Butch usually just cast a wary eye at all this playing, sighed, and slept dreaming of food, food, glorious food. The other dogs in the shelter often howled but you and Poppet never joined in the noise-making. You never even seemed to notice. Surprisingly, Silent Butch would join in but his howling was tiny and plaintive (so cute!), not what you'd expect from such a big chunky boy like him.<br />
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Those days the four of us spent a lot of time together didn't we. Then Nugget joined us and our little pack of 4 became 5. Remember in the evenings you, me, Nugget, and Poppet would play in the yard. The grass was always long then; Tul and Dipin hadn't joined LASSie yet, and the grass wasn't getting cut regularly. You all liked playing in the long grass and sometimes I imagined that we were all in a beautiful meadow somewhere. Butch always spent these playtimes lying in a doorway avoiding baby Nugget. He didn't want to be friends with an annoying silly pupper but you and Poppet were great with Nugget! I remember how grateful I was that you both loved him. We were like a family. You tolerated Nugget even when he was annoying. Sometimes his exuberance even improved your mood on days you were cranky. You'd try to ignore him or tell him off when he wouldn't leave you alone. But somehow his joyful nature was contagious and often you'd forget you were cranky and your attempts at scolding him usually became playing. He made you young again. I loved that.<br />
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Remember the stars? At night we'd all sit on the porch steps together. I really loved the stars then. I was a big city girl not used to seeing more than a few stars in the sky. The Langkawi night sky blew me away with its beauty. We'd sit there in the dark silence with all the lights off, my hand on your back, my arm around Poppet, Butch behind me silently willing me to give him more food. I would look at the stars and listen to us breathe and then we'd go all go inside and get ready for bed. Things were simple then and you were one of the best friends I had ever had. I miss our companionable silences. No one had to say or do anything. We were just together and that was good for us. I haven't looked at the stars for a long time. I got so used to them. I stopped looking up all the time and sitting outside in the dark with you. I forgot that was one of the things I loved most about this island life. I got distracted by other things my sweet. I'm sorry about that. I wish we could have one more night on the porch together under the stars.<br />
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Sometimes you were upset or moody and you wouldn't come out from under the bed. I understand. I have mood swings too and sometimes I just want to be left alone. We gave each other space when it was needed. You liked alone time and so did I. We were alike that way my sweet.<br />
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You often had a skin infection between your paw pads. It would get sore and ooze and you would get cranky but you let me wash it every day. We had problems with your antibiotics in the beginning didn't we. I couldn't get you to take them, not even when they were hidden in wet food or chicken. You'd sniff them out, eat what you liked, and spit out the meds on the floor. I'm so glad we discovered the power of cheese. You loved cheese so much you'd gobble it without realizing I had hidden something in there. I started making sure I always had some in the fridge, in case I needed to give you medication. I called it "Emergency Cheese". You had problems with your ears too but you didn't mind the ear drops. Remember when you and Poppet had that ridiculous fight. What was that all about? I can't help thinking you started it. Dipin had to carry you to the clinic and after that your daily wound cleaning became an ordeal my stubborn one. I'm not very strong and carrying you to the clinic (because you planted your feet and refused to walk) every afternoon almost killed me.<br />
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I miss you. I should have visited more often. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you let go of this life. I love you very much.
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havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-30574905936612134952012-05-30T12:29:00.008+08:002012-05-30T22:51:29.662+08:00My second trip to Langkawi LASSie this month :)Even though I just got back from Langkawi, I was back there within a month! I couldn't stay away. That, and N asked me to come back for 1 week to make sure I was absolutely positive I wanted to uproot myself and my pets and move there to work. I didn't get to meet the head volunteer DA during my first trip because she was on vacation so I missed out on a lot of learning and shelter operations stuff. DA is not just head volunteer. She does practically everything and all out of the kindness of her heart. She trains the volunteers and staff, walks, feeds, cleans, loves the dogs and cats, is in charge of the daily running of the shelter, everything from making sure sick critters get their medication, to organizing housing for volunteers. She is the glue that holds the shelter together. She comes in every single day during her spare time in addition to being a yoga instructor. Some people have so much energy, are so driven and dedicated. I'm amazed.<br /><br />This second trip to LASSie was definitely busier than the first and I mean that in a good way. I was more involved and more absorbed in everything I did. I definitely got to know the animals better, their individual personalities, quirks and habits. DA helped me to familiarize myself with all the day-to-day shelter operations. This includes the cleaning routines and the feeding and walking schedules, making sure all the resident animals are happy campers.<br /><br />I had a blast with all the other volunteers. Being with like-minded people is just terrific. An understanding of our motivations is present and there is no need to explain anything. No one asked whether this spoiled city girl can live in an animal shelter on an island. No one questioned my determination to do this. They just understood. And yes, I can live in an animal shelter on an island. I have quit my cushy finance job, I'm packing up all my pretty high heeled shoes, corporate power outfits, jewelry, and other prissy city girl things. I'm moving out of my beautiful apartment and its ok. I don't need the lagoon style pool, the bathtub, walk-in closet, the hardwood floors, and my big comfy bed. Those things are lovely but I can live without them. Lots of people do. I'm giving up traffic, office politics, and being stuck at a desk all day working with dry dull numbers. I'll be on an island working with animals baby!! WOOHOO!!!<br /><br />My goodness how i digress. I'm supposed to be talking about my latest LASSie experiences. Here I go :)<br /><br />My first day there started pretty routine but on my second day major drama unfolded between two dogs, Scotty and Lucy. Usually, these two get along like a house on fire. They are roommates and have similar personalities. They're mellow, sweet, totally non-aggressive or food possessive, they're not nuisance barkers, they don't even jump around. I just totally love them. Ok, to be honest, they are my favorite pair, and I love hanging out in their room more than anyone else's. There I said it. I have favorites! (Bad Havetailwillwag!) So anyway, I was hanging out on the porch with two other volunteers EC and LB while we watched Lucy and Scotty enjoy their time running in the yard. Suddenly, for no reason that we could see, they started fighting, badly. We were stunned. These dogs are the last ones you'd expect to fight. They were moving so quickly and viciously we could not grab their collars to separate them because they were biting each other's faces. I think I started to panic. I thought they were going to kill each other before we could stop them. Finally in a desperate bid to stop the violence, we poured water on them. Luckily this worked, but the damage had been done. Lucy was limping and Scotty was bleeding profusely from a puncture wound on his left cheek. I have never seen so much blood in my life. The blood was just pouring out of his face all over the porch. It looked like a murder scene. I held him by his collar then and tried to comfort him and calm him down while the other volunteers checked on Lucy. Scotty's blood poured out all over my hands and feet. The closest thing I could reach to press to his face was a bed sheet. Needless to say, no one will be using that bed sheet again. The girls and I joked that it looked like we had killed someone on the sheet. LB ran to get one of the vets while EC and I stayed with the pooches. Fortunately, the wounds looked worse than they were. All that blood made for some pretty dramatic scenes! We were all pretty shaken for the rest of the day. Lucy and Scotty are still my favorites. You should've seen when they were eventually reintroduced to each other. They were so apologetic and trying to play. It was obvious they really missed each other. Ahhh young love :)<br /><br />I'm embarrassed to report that I was dragged down a wet slope on my butt by a very short, very stout, sausagey kind of mixed breed pooch (pictures of her on previous LASSie post). Mocha has got to be the strongest dog I have ever walked. Do not be fooled by her stumpy outward facing legs and feet. I thought walking her would be a nice relaxing stroll but she is a force of nature! I was not at all prepared when she suddenly took off down a wet slope headed straight for the marsh in front of the Bon Ton restaurant. My feet flew out from under me and I landed flat out on my back. As I struggled to get up, Mocha tried to lunge off again! Of course I fell again. This time I didn't try to get up, I just lay there holding onto her leash and hoped my dead weight would prevent her from making a run for it. I was wrong. She still pushed on, trying to drag me as I lay there. <br /> <br />On Doc LK's birthday, we had another disaster. For me, this one was a first, and I was devastated. Three men brought a male puppy in a tiny cage to the clinic. He looked to be about 5 months old. He was very thin and the cage was just big enough for him to lie down in it :( I should've known this would end badly but when Doc LK asked for someone to help her with the examination I was all "ME !! ME!!" like an annoying over-enthusiastic student in a classroom. Oblivious to the gravity of the situation, I thought puppy was just a little hurt and I already imagined him healthy and healed and frolicking around with his tail wagging and a smile on his puppy face. It didn't occur to me that the reason why he lay so quietly without moving in the cage was because he was already almost gone :( I just thought he was such a good boy and maybe tired and scared. His eyes were open after all...<br /><br />Before leaving the men said that he had run through some wire fencing and cut himself under his right foreleg the night before. They did not stay to see how he would fare. They must've lied. When Doc LK lifted up his leg to see the wound, it stank, and it was already maggot infested. The maggots were big and mature. That doesn't happen in half a day. It must've happened 3 or 4 days before and they just let this little puppy bleed and cry and suffer. I can't imagine his fear and suffering. My heart aches to think of how the life was slowly going out of him while they did nothing. He was so quiet because he was in shock. He wasn't even conscious anymore. He was completely unresponsive but as Doc LK looked for a vein to put the IV drip in, I continued to stroke his head and talk to him hoping that he could feel some comfort from my hands. I wanted so badly for us to make everything ok and make his pain stop but my wishing was not enough. Before Doc LK could find a vein, he started to seize and tense up. He had these spasms and I knew we were losing. I've seen my foster kittens die like that before but always because of illness, not because of human negligence. Doc LK quickly rushed him into another room with Dr T to intubate and perform cpr on puppy but after trying to resuscitate him for a while they knew he was not coming back. Emotional me, I cried. I was so so so sad and angry. I cried in front of everyone. Couldn't stop it. My eyes are welling up with tears as I type this. I'm really going to have to get a hold of my emotions if I'm going to be of any use to the shelter. MUST BE STRONGER. But damn the people who let him suffer. Damn them.<br /><br />DA decided that we should bury him next to the clinic. She dug a hole with the help of some of the volunteers and we laid him down in there, covered in a white sheet. A large dried coconut was placed over him to mark his grave. Rest in peace little darling. Doc LK and Doc T did their best. It was just too late. I hope you're having fun over there across the rainbow bridge, free from pain and fear, running and playing as a puppy should. I will never forget you. We will continue to work for other animals like you and pray for the day that we have better animal cruelty laws in Malaysia. There is nothing now to protect an animal from human negligence but one day these heartless people will be held accountable for their treatment of others like you and they will be punished because your life mattered. Feeling really emo right now so I better stop writing!<br /><br />I will be returning to Langkawi LASSie on the 9th of June with all my pets. Wish me luck everyone. I hope I can do some good.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwKgyMaKMTY/T8W62aLkxNI/AAAAAAAABsA/zbEFQB3UEO4/s1600/IMG-20120523-00829.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwKgyMaKMTY/T8W62aLkxNI/AAAAAAAABsA/zbEFQB3UEO4/s400/IMG-20120523-00829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205943311877330" border="0" /></a>One of the clinic kitties :)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2NYak4ztPk/T8W6vzahYTI/AAAAAAAABr0/HVezJ9ju67U/s1600/IMG-20120522-00828.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2NYak4ztPk/T8W6vzahYTI/AAAAAAAABr0/HVezJ9ju67U/s400/IMG-20120522-00828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205829826371890" border="0" /></a>Butch is wary of me because I've ambushed him with ear drops.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtO-B_azUeA/T8W6vH7yp0I/AAAAAAAABro/MVcuUNHtX0w/s1600/IMG-20120522-00827.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtO-B_azUeA/T8W6vH7yp0I/AAAAAAAABro/MVcuUNHtX0w/s400/IMG-20120522-00827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205818154755906" border="0" /></a>Butch<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPiq0fD9k6Q/T8W6uGENFTI/AAAAAAAABrc/pwtSvpFRquo/s1600/IMG-20120520-00825.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPiq0fD9k6Q/T8W6uGENFTI/AAAAAAAABrc/pwtSvpFRquo/s400/IMG-20120520-00825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205800473302322" border="0" /></a>Lucy<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Av63kWmauwQ/T8W6tShcdzI/AAAAAAAABrQ/JFNNHRTxQpA/s1600/IMG-20120519-00818.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Av63kWmauwQ/T8W6tShcdzI/AAAAAAAABrQ/JFNNHRTxQpA/s400/IMG-20120519-00818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205786637301554" border="0" /></a>Scotty<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCG_lrzurGw/T8W6tIZOLNI/AAAAAAAABrE/VP3KymgyE8A/s1600/IMG-20120518-00814.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCG_lrzurGw/T8W6tIZOLNI/AAAAAAAABrE/VP3KymgyE8A/s400/IMG-20120518-00814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205783918456018" border="0" /></a>Berjaya<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlVXPwLGEmM/T8W6ZZbj_EI/AAAAAAAABq0/0oVZgpFt1Nw/s1600/IMG-20120517-00812.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlVXPwLGEmM/T8W6ZZbj_EI/AAAAAAAABq0/0oVZgpFt1Nw/s400/IMG-20120517-00812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205444894293058" border="0" /></a>Ayumi or Kecik? I get confused... They look the same!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4rUiyEynH8/T8W6ZP_OC-I/AAAAAAAABqo/n4j4YLwRAuM/s1600/IMG-20120516-00810.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4rUiyEynH8/T8W6ZP_OC-I/AAAAAAAABqo/n4j4YLwRAuM/s400/IMG-20120516-00810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205442359495650" border="0" /></a>Mr White and Peaches<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtvLl-5EBxc/T8W6YgeL9JI/AAAAAAAABqU/YsTn2Y-lQFU/s1600/IMG-20120516-00806.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtvLl-5EBxc/T8W6YgeL9JI/AAAAAAAABqU/YsTn2Y-lQFU/s400/IMG-20120516-00806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205429604480146" border="0" /></a>Furball<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9fc0bVngRU/T8W6YVxp5mI/AAAAAAAABqI/I3CAQcYzK_I/s1600/IMG-20120516-00805.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9fc0bVngRU/T8W6YVxp5mI/AAAAAAAABqI/I3CAQcYzK_I/s400/IMG-20120516-00805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748205426733344354" border="0" /></a>Mr Whitehavetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-40363947154940484322012-05-15T17:05:00.006+08:002012-05-15T17:27:43.125+08:00Koala Mama and her pupparoos, new photos and a little update.Koala Mama and her 6 pups have gone to a fosterer who lives in a house and has a big tiled, covered, walled backyard area. They'll have more room to run around as they become more active and grow bigger. With me they were stuck in a stuffy little room. I really miss Koala Mama though. I think we have a special bond. She seems to growl at everyone but me. For some reason, she instantly trusted me and I could handle her pups within 5 minutes of meeting her. But this is not so for anyone else. Perhaps we are meant to be or something. I feel very attached to her and I think she is attached to me too. My hope is that after her puppies are weaned and adopted, maybe I can find a way to adopt Koala. She's a perfect pooch. Doesn't bark, doesn't chew anything, paper-training her was a breeze, and she loves cuddles and hugs. I'm off to langkawi island again for a week to work and stay at the animal sanctuary and i hope i get to visit koala and the pups when i return.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUgyL5H5UaI/T7Idb5naIvI/AAAAAAAABp4/kBX0BCXITdA/s1600/IMG-20120513-00804.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUgyL5H5UaI/T7Idb5naIvI/AAAAAAAABp4/kBX0BCXITdA/s400/IMG-20120513-00804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742684840010588914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXkq1ZaDh8I/T7Idbk5FX5I/AAAAAAAABps/Upo7k_SmqAw/s1600/IMG-20120513-00803.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXkq1ZaDh8I/T7Idbk5FX5I/AAAAAAAABps/Upo7k_SmqAw/s400/IMG-20120513-00803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742684834447581074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f7d4aphWAk/T7IdbboevqI/AAAAAAAABpg/uQt924Qrdig/s1600/IMG-20120513-00801.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2sLEfRLEYsE/T7IdGIU61HI/AAAAAAAABoM/gKTxCgnK1Jo/s400/IMG-20120510-00784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742684466002449522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9qqSPxBhukA/T7Ic0PwBTqI/AAAAAAAABoA/oBi80Apf_SQ/s1600/IMG-20120510-00783.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9qqSPxBhukA/T7Ic0PwBTqI/AAAAAAAABoA/oBi80Apf_SQ/s400/IMG-20120510-00783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742684158757523106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx6itpE0544/T7Iczw6fzqI/AAAAAAAABn0/dMyumc-eviM/s1600/IMG-20120510-00782.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx6itpE0544/T7Iczw6fzqI/AAAAAAAABn0/dMyumc-eviM/s400/IMG-20120510-00782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742684150479965858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPMWhW13FRM/T7Icy5juoYI/AAAAAAAABnQ/YxrZVMmqvq8/s1600/IMG-20120509-00778.jpg"><br /></a>havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-68456259145296475642012-05-10T16:28:00.010+08:002012-05-10T18:30:40.527+08:00Tamago's health scare, Koala Mama and her pupparoosWow what a week its been. I'm tired and I'm not even working. Oh yeah did I mention that i quit my finance job and plan to move to Langkawi island to work at the animal sanctuary? That's why i was there a couple of weeks ago.. To test the waters a bit. I'll be going again next week for a week to discuss my responsibilities and living arrangements and whatnot with the LASSie people. Really excited to finally live my dream of working with animals on an island paradise. But before that there are other things I want to share with you.<br /><br />My wee Tamago had some sort of stroke/brain malfunction/system meltdown thing last saturday evening. I know she's old (about 9 years old now) but still I didn't expect that to happen at all. Remember she always seems young to me because I've only had her a year. She was asleep behind her bed and I was reading in mine. I heard her wake up and start to climb into her bed and then suddenly stop. I looked over at her and was confused by what I saw. She seemed frozen halfway in and out of her bed with her front legs in over the side, her back legs dangling outside, and her tummy resting on the cushioned edge. It took me a moment to realize that she couldn't move. In my panic I picked her up and she began to tremble violently. I quickly put her on my bed and she just crumpled unable to even sit up. Her head was tilted to one side and bobbing. Her eyeballs twitched uncontrollably in their sockets. During this episode I was talking to her and calling her name but she didn't respond or seem to see me. Holy shit I thought it was all over for my little Tamago.<br /><br />I called my friends NT and AC in hysterical tears asking for emergency vet numbers (It was after business hours and a public holiday). I also contacted SL from KL Pooch Rescue for her emergency contact. In the end I brought Tamago to the Gasing vet where a Dr T came to help us. My parents had to pick me up and drive us because I'm not familiar with the Gasing area at all. Without all the testing its impossible to know for sure what happened but Dr T said there were two possibilities. One, that Tamago had a stroke, or two that a growth in her brain may have caused the episode. An MRI will show if there's a growth but strange thing, Tamago could walk just two hours after the episode. She was wobbly and fell lots but she could walk. By the next day she was back to her old self. It was like nothing had happened. Absolutely no symptoms from the day before. Very mysterious... Let's hope this brain thing doesn't happen again! So scary.<br /><br />Last week I saw a photo of a mama dog and her newborn puppies desperately trying to stay dry under a van during a storm. Of course they were completely soaked through as water continued to flow and swirl over them. It was a heartbreaking sight. The person who posted the photo on facebook was looking for someone who could provide a foster home. Now, usually I don't foster dogs because I live in a condo and pets aren't allowed, but I couldn't stand the thought of that dog just trying to take care of her babies in the dirty water so I offered my home. I figured I could supervise them more and make sure the noise level was kept to a minimum because I'm home lots now that I'm not working and in the meantime the various rescue groups could find a more suitable home.<br /><br />Koala Mama and her 6 beautiful babies moved in with me on Monday night. She has 4 little girls and 2 bigger bully boys. They are about 3 weeks old and some of them have opened their eyes. They are precious chubby little lumps of love and oh my god I can't handle their unbelievable cuteness and fragility. I'm in love! Teeny paw pads and velvety ears - Squeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Little muzzles and toothless yawns - AWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! But let me tell you about Koala.<br /><br />When she was first brought to my home I was told that she was very defensive over her puppies, barking and growling warnings at strangers. At first I was a little wary, worried that my neighbors might hear her and complain but not a peep came out of her when we met. She observed me quietly without malice or fear. After her rescuers left we eyed each other for a bit and I just sat with her and talked. She allowed me to rearrange her nest and handle her babies. That night itself she began to shadow me constantly. After the first time I scratched around her ears and chin she decided that she was in love with me. She became so busy with shadowing me and staring at me adoringly that she needed to be reminded about her pups. They would cry for milk and mothering and she would just stare at me in wonder, oblivious to their cries. Poor girl, I think she's thrilled to have someone take care of her. She looks deeply into my eyes while resting her head on my knees and nuzzles my hands asking to be petted. She pokes her head and body under my arm to be encircled in a warm hug. She makes my heart melt and ache at the same time.<br /><br />She is so excited and happy when she sees me with her bowl at meal times she literally prances and hops around me. Such is her joy and appreciation at being fed. I am so touched by this pooch she brings tears to my eyes. I can't imagine her life outside as a stray. She is as innocent and defenseless as a bunny.<br /><br />Now I just have to work on her not being so obsessed with me so she can concentrate on her pupparoos! Koala loves being petted and loved while she is nursing her pups. She is easily distracted, little more than a child herself and she is thrilled to have a 'mother' take care of her after having had to fend for herself and her pups for god knows how long. She sticks to me like glue. She has become so attached to me that she sometimes neglects her pups, preferring to follow me around than to tend to their needs, so what I've been doing is sitting down quietly with her while she lies down and handing her the pups for feeding and cleaning. Once the pups are nursing, I pet her head and side and praise her so she will not get up before the pups have had their fill. Last night I fell asleep on the floor with her and the pups. When I woke up, I snuck out of the room and shut the door super quietly so as not to wake her. I'm exhausted but it is nice to be loved so quickly and unconditionally by this sweet girl I met just 3 nights ago. I would love to keep her forever but I'm moving and can't afford to anyway :(<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43aWCBXTN9k/T6uVNklXn3I/AAAAAAAABnA/MvkL1UXI1E0/s1600/pups5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43aWCBXTN9k/T6uVNklXn3I/AAAAAAAABnA/MvkL1UXI1E0/s400/pups5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740846210405080946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XxYDEo9SG4/T6uVNfzt0KI/AAAAAAAABm0/GETFPxKfrqM/s1600/pups4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XxYDEo9SG4/T6uVNfzt0KI/AAAAAAAABm0/GETFPxKfrqM/s400/pups4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740846209123078306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv0dSrSd7EA/T6uVMxcmb0I/AAAAAAAABms/rmB0xP4r9VE/s1600/pups3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv0dSrSd7EA/T6uVMxcmb0I/AAAAAAAABms/rmB0xP4r9VE/s400/pups3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740846196678094658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Iy3GOOdbo/T6uVMkJFLiI/AAAAAAAABmc/xA6MYkFYupc/s1600/pups2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Iy3GOOdbo/T6uVMkJFLiI/AAAAAAAABmc/xA6MYkFYupc/s400/pups2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740846193106562594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb7YDMOaBbA/T6uVMUH6W1I/AAAAAAAABmQ/CihE9DdYeXc/s1600/pups1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb7YDMOaBbA/T6uVMUH6W1I/AAAAAAAABmQ/CihE9DdYeXc/s400/pups1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740846188806691666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFoKxBPnkvM/T6uU1fiHg4I/AAAAAAAABmE/lrzp7hsPQfw/s1600/koala5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFoKxBPnkvM/T6uU1fiHg4I/AAAAAAAABmE/lrzp7hsPQfw/s400/koala5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740845796732404610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDyc3KfnTFM/T6uU0rGge0I/AAAAAAAABl4/81Nmzasc1OY/s1600/koala4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDyc3KfnTFM/T6uU0rGge0I/AAAAAAAABl4/81Nmzasc1OY/s400/koala4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740845782657956674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idxcB_VZMV0/T6uUzMtey9I/AAAAAAAABls/XK_5p0LBP1U/s1600/koala3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idxcB_VZMV0/T6uUzMtey9I/AAAAAAAABls/XK_5p0LBP1U/s400/koala3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740845757320055762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3gdWoSNxn0/T6uUyiojquI/AAAAAAAABlg/-Mob7P7T4xs/s1600/koala2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3gdWoSNxn0/T6uUyiojquI/AAAAAAAABlg/-Mob7P7T4xs/s400/koala2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740845746025114338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIfh0S4Xd1Q/T6uUxN7ElsI/AAAAAAAABlU/KGk0dGTdino/s1600/koala1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIfh0S4Xd1Q/T6uUxN7ElsI/AAAAAAAABlU/KGk0dGTdino/s400/koala1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740845723285755586" border="0" /></a><br />What can we rescuers and fosterers do? We've fallen in love a hundred times and will fall in love again and again.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-25517145667986126622012-05-03T15:52:00.010+08:002012-05-03T18:00:10.501+08:00My visit to Langkawi LASSie & Mr CrankyPants updateI went to the beautiful island of Langkawi for 5 days and 4 nights to volunteer at the Langkawi Animal Shelter & Sanctuary Foundation (LASSie). This wonderful place is run by someone that some of you may remember, the very special N, that sponsored all of Molly and Conan's food and medical care. I haven't mentioned Molly for a long time. You all know she is a very painful subject for me. I don't talk about her but there are reminders of her everywhere, even at the top of this blog! I will never change that picture. She is the background image on my computer and on my phone. Her collar and tag hangs in my room along with Tony Montana's. Every time I see a dog and a cat that are in love, my heart aches. I ran away from the world of animal rescue for a while. After Molly passed away, I avoided people that knew her. I didn't want anyone to ask me about her. I wanted to pretend that she never existed. I thought I could erase that whole period of my life. Because of this, I didn't see N for a very long time.<br /><br />A few weeks ago I ran into her at my neighbor MK's husband's awesome cafe The Bee. MK is Mr C's other foster mummy btw.. sometimes I call her 8th Floor in this blog. I can't keep track of all the little nicknames I give people here. Anyway, Malaysian Dogs Deserve Better (MDDB) was having an adoption drive at The Bee that day. I was very happy to see N and it was great talking to her again. She knew better than anyone else what I went through with Molly, the struggle and my pain and she had always been a great help to us. We talked about my darling Molly and I was quite surprised to find that all the sadness I had supressed was still there. I had to keep my voice from shaking as we spoke and fight hard to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out. Who knew that the wound was still so raw and fresh? I thought I was over that. We continued to communicate after that accidental meeting and I asked N about LASSie. She invited me to come over and check it out for a few days. I hopped on the first flight the next morning and headed to Langkawi.<br /><br />I had a great time there and met many wonderful like-minded people. We spent our days walking dogs, cleaning cages, and hanging out with the cats in the cattery. LASSie is part of N's Bon Ton and Temple Tree resorts. These are the most animal-friendly resorts in Malaysia. The majority of the animals are in the shelter and sanctuary but staff favorites are all over the resort. In the restaurants, offices, inviting themselves into the rooms, all glowing with health and well-being. There's something therapeutic and calming about seeing all this animal contentment everywhere. I'll be back very soon. Check them out at <a href="http://www.langkawilassie.org.my/">http://www.langkawilassie.org.my</a> and like them on facebook.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVdWr5XJazo/T6JR2t-RboI/AAAAAAAABk0/4ylHEhSQo9Q/s1600/IMG-20120427-00743.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVdWr5XJazo/T6JR2t-RboI/AAAAAAAABk0/4ylHEhSQo9Q/s400/IMG-20120427-00743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238875719003778" border="0" /></a>Beautiful marsh teeming with life surrounds Bon Ton, Temple Tree, and Langkawi LASSie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4eYOJqVhUWQ/T6JR2RMAkwI/AAAAAAAABko/WJSipDnF5ME/s1600/IMG-20120427-00742.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4eYOJqVhUWQ/T6JR2RMAkwI/AAAAAAAABko/WJSipDnF5ME/s400/IMG-20120427-00742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238867991991042" border="0" /></a>Beautiful sunsets.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFg31vdHAko/T6JR11-SIvI/AAAAAAAABkc/h3HJGcQ7PGA/s1600/IMG-20120427-00741.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFg31vdHAko/T6JR11-SIvI/AAAAAAAABkc/h3HJGcQ7PGA/s400/IMG-20120427-00741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238860686664434" border="0" /></a>Peace.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YleV38Spss8/T6JR1gzMK1I/AAAAAAAABkQ/kGyKudk-VIM/s1600/IMG-20120429-00760.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YleV38Spss8/T6JR1gzMK1I/AAAAAAAABkQ/kGyKudk-VIM/s400/IMG-20120429-00760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238855002991442" border="0" /></a>Pupparoo!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4CiCFPjJdI/T6JR1T9vnmI/AAAAAAAABkE/Nif5EQ-vn7k/s1600/IMG-20120429-00759.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4CiCFPjJdI/T6JR1T9vnmI/AAAAAAAABkE/Nif5EQ-vn7k/s400/IMG-20120429-00759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238851557596770" border="0" /></a>One-eyed Leo<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nKC0ndrqe9c/T6JRR5rFgfI/AAAAAAAABj4/xmGkBrTbtXg/s1600/IMG-20120428-00757.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nKC0ndrqe9c/T6JRR5rFgfI/AAAAAAAABj4/xmGkBrTbtXg/s400/IMG-20120428-00757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238243204596210" border="0" /></a>Milo and Mocha in the Bon Ton restaurant.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5r6wwDfXu0/T6JRRqinS5I/AAAAAAAABjs/nYIqS-Ger-E/s1600/IMG-20120428-00756.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5r6wwDfXu0/T6JRRqinS5I/AAAAAAAABjs/nYIqS-Ger-E/s400/IMG-20120428-00756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238239142529938" border="0" /></a>Mocha. She thinks a lot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LY_zClsnjG8/T6JRRfA2aBI/AAAAAAAABjg/ViSqW9JQtwQ/s1600/IMG-20120428-00755.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LY_zClsnjG8/T6JRRfA2aBI/AAAAAAAABjg/ViSqW9JQtwQ/s400/IMG-20120428-00755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238236048123922" border="0" /></a>Milo only likes me because I gave her a taste of cheesecake.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ94YfW8P4I/T6JRQ9vtcpI/AAAAAAAABjU/PZHDQjGAfZ8/s1600/IMG-20120427-00740.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ94YfW8P4I/T6JRQ9vtcpI/AAAAAAAABjU/PZHDQjGAfZ8/s400/IMG-20120427-00740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238227117863570" border="0" /></a>I love Mocha! She looks so serious.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V69k-x-uxTk/T6JRQqjAj7I/AAAAAAAABjI/J44PnLD7mos/s1600/IMG-20120427-00739.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V69k-x-uxTk/T6JRQqjAj7I/AAAAAAAABjI/J44PnLD7mos/s400/IMG-20120427-00739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738238221964316594" border="0" /></a>Short like my Spike.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kczBlb1MCuk/T6JQM_P1fjI/AAAAAAAABi8/JwbShN0KEzU/s1600/IMG-20120427-00738.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kczBlb1MCuk/T6JQM_P1fjI/AAAAAAAABi8/JwbShN0KEzU/s400/IMG-20120427-00738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738237059289939506" border="0" /></a>Couch cat is on this couch all day every day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-larjGhUPd4E/T6JQMp5rIZI/AAAAAAAABiw/ZPm2wkleVHY/s1600/IMG-20120427-00737.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-larjGhUPd4E/T6JQMp5rIZI/AAAAAAAABiw/ZPm2wkleVHY/s400/IMG-20120427-00737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738237053559841170" border="0" /></a>Gizmo's a little turd with Napoleon complex but he's one of my favorites.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx2rk-htIfI/T6JQMMnG3-I/AAAAAAAABik/uqUq0fCMf2I/s1600/IMG-20120427-00736.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx2rk-htIfI/T6JQMMnG3-I/AAAAAAAABik/uqUq0fCMf2I/s400/IMG-20120427-00736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738237045697339362" border="0" /></a>He's got a bum leg that doesn't bend but he loves his walkies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HcskTg76jI/T6JQLiuKZzI/AAAAAAAABiY/NR7HDVeH8b8/s1600/IMG-20120426-00734.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HcskTg76jI/T6JQLiuKZzI/AAAAAAAABiY/NR7HDVeH8b8/s400/IMG-20120426-00734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738237034452641586" border="0" /></a>A temple tree room kitty<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iyqhGAnAU4/T6JQLZWkTwI/AAAAAAAABiM/bFXckNi4DFk/s1600/IMG-20120426-00707.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iyqhGAnAU4/T6JQLZWkTwI/AAAAAAAABiM/bFXckNi4DFk/s400/IMG-20120426-00707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738237031937756930" border="0" /></a>Another Temple Tree kitty<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wlIm4LCB2Q/T6JOemt9qJI/AAAAAAAABhc/uS2VcxI2LMY/s1600/IMG-20120425-00706.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wlIm4LCB2Q/T6JOemt9qJI/AAAAAAAABhc/uS2VcxI2LMY/s400/IMG-20120425-00706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738235162919807122" border="0" /></a>JJ the Temple Tree club house pooch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EaP52mInxYA/T6JOfa-OS1I/AAAAAAAABiA/Va3M3K7d-DA/s1600/IMG-20120426-00713.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EaP52mInxYA/T6JOfa-OS1I/AAAAAAAABiA/Va3M3K7d-DA/s400/IMG-20120426-00713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738235176946649938" border="0" /></a>One-eyed Ginge from the cattery.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0w0KCR-EAI/T6JOeDk5ouI/AAAAAAAABhQ/pTLJ2M95KXw/s1600/IMG-20120425-00702.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0w0KCR-EAI/T6JOeDk5ouI/AAAAAAAABhQ/pTLJ2M95KXw/s400/IMG-20120425-00702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738235153486553826" border="0" /></a>A Bon Ton restaurant kitty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEhzI3Ay0cc/T6JOfOTVY1I/AAAAAAAABh0/6tp66o9h4ls/s1600/IMG-20120426-00711.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEhzI3Ay0cc/T6JOfOTVY1I/AAAAAAAABh0/6tp66o9h4ls/s400/IMG-20120426-00711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738235173545534290" border="0" /></a>Couch cat again. She's got the most comfy spot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL0glzq--RI/T6JWe4ROmHI/AAAAAAAABlE/FPKThKqSWrA/s1600/IMG-20120426-00725.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL0glzq--RI/T6JWe4ROmHI/AAAAAAAABlE/FPKThKqSWrA/s400/IMG-20120426-00725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738243963724142706" border="0" /></a>Another Temple Tree kitty.<br /><br /><br />As for Mr CrankyPants, he decided while I was away that he was tired of indoor life. On the day I was supposed to return, MK, who was feeding my monsters while I was was away, texted me and informed me that he was nowhere to be found in my apartment! The little shit had jumped off the balcony into the garden and gone back to the parking lot. He's back to hanging out at our cars and he's happy as a clam. I guess you can try to take the carpark out of the cat, but you can't take the cat out of the carpark. I still want him rehomed though. I don't feel its really safe for him out there.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-57826929191688018922012-04-24T14:14:00.002+08:002012-04-24T14:22:47.198+08:00Mr CrankyPants - New glamour shotsShowing us his most innocent 'Puss in Boots' face.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6-EWBuBTyI/T5ZFOzffHpI/AAAAAAAABhA/6qFsWjPJ_uY/s1600/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6-EWBuBTyI/T5ZFOzffHpI/AAAAAAAABhA/6qFsWjPJ_uY/s400/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734847296145661586" border="0" /></a>Blue Steel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJvPN5jFaio/T5ZFOcvnswI/AAAAAAAABg0/PUHJXC4shOM/s1600/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJvPN5jFaio/T5ZFOcvnswI/AAAAAAAABg0/PUHJXC4shOM/s400/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734847290039317250" border="0" /></a>The Tigra.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kP9bvlzwJsc/T5ZFOOwNZNI/AAAAAAAABgk/2jyZLEFVuP0/s1600/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kP9bvlzwJsc/T5ZFOOwNZNI/AAAAAAAABgk/2jyZLEFVuP0/s400/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734847286283691218" border="0" /></a>In profile. Showcasing his stripes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjq-R10d79I/T5ZFN0oVY8I/AAAAAAAABgc/MaohFc-8-Uo/s1600/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjq-R10d79I/T5ZFN0oVY8I/AAAAAAAABgc/MaohFc-8-Uo/s400/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734847279271338946" border="0" /></a>Someone emailed me through his petfinder profile today. Let's hope they're serious and maybe something comes out of this. It's not easy to find 3 year old mackerel tabbies permanent homes. Everyone wants kittens! But i gotta say, and not just because I'm biased, if you know what you're doing, you'll choose a pet based on personality, not age and looks. When it comes to personality Mr C wins hands down! I really hope someone gives him a chance to show them how sweet he is.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-89305224367690186102012-04-23T16:15:00.002+08:002012-04-23T16:26:14.328+08:00RIP MimiMimi passed away while I was in Indonesia :( Somehow, she ran out of her other fosterer's home during a thunderstorm and was hit by a car. I'm so sorry Mimi. This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't gone out of town. You would have still been with me.<br /><br />When I first heard the news, I was devastated. I cried big time and I was wracked with guilt. But now, I think maybe its for the best. I don't know. Mimi was so depressed after being abandoned twice. She barely moved. She didn't enjoy things anymore. She was not coping well with her blindness. The thought of her being so terrified during a thunderstorm that she was driven to run outside blindly in the rain is just horrific. I can't imagine her terror. But like my friend AC said, Mimi never saw it coming. It was all over in a flash.<br /><br />Mimi I hope you are in a better place now. Free from fear, depression, sadness, and pain. Run freely without a care in the world little girl. I'm sorry that all the humans in your life failed you. We didn't deserve you sweet angel.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-72517638929981073212012-04-12T18:27:00.007+08:002012-04-12T19:42:47.506+08:00Leo The Lionhearted, Mimi the blind Shih-Tzu, Blackie Baghs, Mr Crankypants and me.A few four-legged lovelies have drifted in and out of my life these last few weeks and each has left their little pawprint on my heart. First there was Leo. He was rescued and fostered by the ladies of KL Pooch Rescue and when they went out of town I took over for a bit. He wasn't with me long but I fell deep in love with him. Leo was paralyzed in one leg and had a huge gash in his neck. His carers were sooooo hardcore they got him an acupuncturist and a physiotherapist. At first the vets thought nerve damage was probably causing his paralysis but the physiotherapist had another theory and she was right. She encouraged his carers to have him x-rayed for a dislocated hip and guess what.... holy sheet.. she was right. And the best part? A dislocated hip is totally fixable!! So he had surgery immediately but because he hadn't been using the leg for so long, he didn't really know how to use it anymore. He was used to having a dead leg. Anyway I digress... I just wanted to share his time with me. So he arrived at my place the night of his surgery day. The poor boy was groggy and confused and in pain. I immediately made sure he was sufficiently hopped up on pain pills and comfortable. Hey, if the doctor gives you painkillers, take them! That's my motto! :P Why abstain and be all healthy and suffer? This lovely dog is so sweet, so good-natured, and mellow he didn't make a sound the entire time he was with me. He lay down calmly on his bedding and even taught himself to pee and poop on the newspapers i laid out for him in the spare bathroom. He's a genius! I only had to show him once and he never had an accident in my apartment. He was so chill that the cats and Tamago soon got used to his warm presence and they would graciously help him clean his bowl after every meal. He would just eye them amiably and slip into siesta mode. Boy was i tempted to keep him. You know how i LOVE bigger dogs and Leo is freaking perfect! I had to keep slapping myself to remind myself that i live in a little apartment in a building that doesn't allow pets. When the KLPR ladies returned from their trip and picked him up I was soooooooo sad, as per usual :) Drama-rama.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFfLNtoOwxA/T4a10t0PM9I/AAAAAAAABbk/N5qfslWtBTs/s1600/leo4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFfLNtoOwxA/T4a10t0PM9I/AAAAAAAABbk/N5qfslWtBTs/s400/leo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730467493132055506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKPGx1-HfXw/T4a10VF7unI/AAAAAAAABbY/6mUlMgWVEIc/s1600/leo3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKPGx1-HfXw/T4a10VF7unI/AAAAAAAABbY/6mUlMgWVEIc/s400/leo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730467486495390322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y1_9d3q0kA/T4a1z7snSDI/AAAAAAAABbM/VZrurF94dVA/s1600/leo2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y1_9d3q0kA/T4a1z7snSDI/AAAAAAAABbM/VZrurF94dVA/s400/leo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730467479678306354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hzfVtawFww/T4a1zs54A5I/AAAAAAAABbA/vor2boYgexQ/s1600/leo1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hzfVtawFww/T4a1zs54A5I/AAAAAAAABbA/vor2boYgexQ/s400/leo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730467475707397010" border="0" /></a>Shortly after Leo left me, lil Mimi moved in. Poor Mimi. Her story is a real heartbreaker. Only about 4 years old she had been abandoned twice and you could see her spirit was broken. She was lost. My heart ached for her like you could not believe. She was abandoned by her first humans after losing sight in one eye due to glaucoma. I'm not sure what happened after that but the eye was removed. At some point she had to have surgery to connect her salivary glands to her tear ducts because her eyes were always terribly dry. My friend AC told me that the eye-dryness and glaucoma are congenital problems due to irresponsible breeding. After losing one eye, Mimi was abandoned :( She was rehomed by my friend and rescuer EN and it was supposed to happily ever after for her. Instead she started losing her vision in her remaining eye. Then her adopter decided she couldn't handle a blind dog and abandoned Mimi as well :( This i find ridiculous and inexcusable because a blind dog is not difficult to 'handle'. They compensate very well with their other senses and get around perfectly at home as long you don't rearrange your furniture or have a habit of leaving things lying around on the floor. Anyway, I don't wanna think about the stupid adopter. I just get pissed off. Mimi was being fostered by one of Paws Mission's main ladies but she had to go out of town for a while so I took over. Oh man, you should've seen Mimi when she thought that the fosterer had abandoned her as well. She made soft whining noises and moved around helplessly and blindly in fear and despair. It was awful. I held her close and tried to speak to her in a soothing voice but she was too upset. I think my heart broke that night looking at her. She wouldn't eat for days. I stopped feeding her kibble and canned dog food and prepared steamed chicken and liver for her every day. She seemed to like that at least and I gave her lots of treats. She got used to me and would sleep on my bed with me. She also got used to my apartment and could find her way around unaided. Still I wanted her fosterer to come back and get her. I knew she would feel so much better knowing that not all humans just ditch you when you're down. I wanted her to know that people care and when they go away a while, they do come back and that she was loved. I have a feeling her fosterer is going to keep her forever and i am very happy about this. Mimi is a little angel and so well-behaved.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JxlC-_XYDRA/T4a7_K7LS2I/AAAAAAAABeU/gzu_hJDYssk/s1600/mimi4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JxlC-_XYDRA/T4a7_K7LS2I/AAAAAAAABeU/gzu_hJDYssk/s400/mimi4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730474269814246242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00XmNLa9zrk/T4a7-y20EHI/AAAAAAAABeI/VLN66bWdoy0/s1600/mimi3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00XmNLa9zrk/T4a7-y20EHI/AAAAAAAABeI/VLN66bWdoy0/s400/mimi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730474263353495666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3wqeJUFI7E/T4a7-mKdedI/AAAAAAAABd4/n42H7T8NPPo/s1600/mimi2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3wqeJUFI7E/T4a7-mKdedI/AAAAAAAABd4/n42H7T8NPPo/s400/mimi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730474259946240466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9SO6clELKE/T4a7-Tc4OEI/AAAAAAAABdw/T3dj3CpmcEc/s1600/mimi1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9SO6clELKE/T4a7-Tc4OEI/AAAAAAAABdw/T3dj3CpmcEc/s400/mimi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730474254923216962" border="0" /></a>On the day Mimi moved in with me little Blackie Bagheera was rescued by EN and she brought him to me for fostering. EN had like 8 dogs at her home at the time and a couple of them were potential cat-killers. Blackie was so tiny he looked like a snack. He stayed with me for a while then moved upstairs and lived with my neighbor MK but then moved back in with me when it was discovered the little grub had ringworm. His paws and tail were soon completely bald but he was as cute as ever. He also gave MK ringworm on her foot! When I went out of the country for 10 days, MK took him back and now he remains with her although I'm back. I think she's in love with him :P The fur he lost is growing back but lots of it is white.... Isn't that strange? The photo of him below was taken by EN on his rescue day. He's much bigger and fatter now and his eyes have changed color.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_g8P1BUnngA/T4a9Wup6pxI/AAAAAAAABeg/PLVmt5XBwIs/s1600/blackie%2Bbagheera1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_g8P1BUnngA/T4a9Wup6pxI/AAAAAAAABeg/PLVmt5XBwIs/s400/blackie%2Bbagheera1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730475774054147858" border="0" /></a>Mr CrankyPants from the Parking Lot Colony is back with me again. This time after a case of suspected poisoning. The management of the condo have been receiving lots more complaints about the cats and after what's happened, MK and I don't think its safe for our colony in the parking lot anymore, especially for Cranks who has become tame and is vulnerable to abuse. He's such a sweetie. I have never met a more affectionate cat. Its crazy to think that he used to be insane and feral. He's so sweet now he has to rub on me between mouthfuls of kibble. He can't just sit still and eat. He's also a hazard for accident-prone me because he keeps rubbing on my legs while i walk. I'm going to trip and break my neck. I can't do anything without him by my side asking for attention and head-butting me. Cranks and my cats aren't really getting along but they're not fighting either. They're ignoring each other and he sticks to me like glue for protection. Cranks is available for adoption to a good home. He is neutered and healthy and as sweet and loving as a dog. He's more affectionate than my dog Tamago I swear. Email me or leave a comment if you have any adoption inquiries.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RESfoxT6xYo/T4a_XTjNZzI/AAAAAAAABe4/nq6YhLUMRL8/s1600/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RESfoxT6xYo/T4a_XTjNZzI/AAAAAAAABe4/nq6YhLUMRL8/s400/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730477982981383986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWBKSI2yhQQ/T4a_W29cnnI/AAAAAAAABes/6jEBxMU1m5A/s1600/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWBKSI2yhQQ/T4a_W29cnnI/AAAAAAAABes/6jEBxMU1m5A/s400/cranks%2Bpetfinder%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730477975306804850" border="0" /></a>havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-79032796869805995822012-02-23T16:01:00.005+08:002012-02-23T16:12:26.628+08:00Pupsilly Puppy Cola in her new home - Renamed Shadow<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ux81IKh9BMw/T0XzQtsNrcI/AAAAAAAABaw/fE-MQ6dY5YQ/s1600/IMG-20120222-WA001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ux81IKh9BMw/T0XzQtsNrcI/AAAAAAAABaw/fE-MQ6dY5YQ/s400/IMG-20120222-WA001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712239170857840066" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atlDntlQlP0/T0XzMNZd-HI/AAAAAAAABaU/o4soHXnpiIA/s1600/IMG-20120219-WA000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atlDntlQlP0/T0XzMNZd-HI/AAAAAAAABaU/o4soHXnpiIA/s400/IMG-20120219-WA000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712239093469804658" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XO-MnYty-Qc/T0XzL7k-90I/AAAAAAAABaM/ypPXdU4vz-w/s1600/IMG-20120216-WA003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XO-MnYty-Qc/T0XzL7k-90I/AAAAAAAABaM/ypPXdU4vz-w/s400/IMG-20120216-WA003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712239088686266178" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkkaPMQM2IE/T0XzLf966vI/AAAAAAAABaA/akwiuXUuCNE/s1600/IMG-20120213-WA002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkkaPMQM2IE/T0XzLf966vI/AAAAAAAABaA/akwiuXUuCNE/s400/IMG-20120213-WA002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712239081274665714" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSye4mAHGwM/T0XzLAqZAbI/AAAAAAAABZ0/j9b9lgb52vE/s1600/IMG-20120213-WA000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSye4mAHGwM/T0XzLAqZAbI/AAAAAAAABZ0/j9b9lgb52vE/s400/IMG-20120213-WA000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712239072871252402" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwLjNSy4BYo/T0XzMQt4zHI/AAAAAAAABac/C7wSD9JTBHc/s1600/IMG-20120222-WA000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwLjNSy4BYo/T0XzMQt4zHI/AAAAAAAABac/C7wSD9JTBHc/s400/IMG-20120222-WA000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712239094360755314" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5O06f8dhl_4/T0Xy9RFH83I/AAAAAAAABZY/ogGgo5EHbZY/s1600/IMG-20120211-004931.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5O06f8dhl_4/T0Xy9RFH83I/AAAAAAAABZY/ogGgo5EHbZY/s400/IMG-20120211-004931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712238836760179570" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aflmOj6Ak8g/T0Xy9ciZR_I/AAAAAAAABZM/FPazTDxRRy8/s1600/IMG-20120210-004891.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aflmOj6Ak8g/T0Xy9ciZR_I/AAAAAAAABZM/FPazTDxRRy8/s400/IMG-20120210-004891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712238839835740146" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVmGUkHiCKk/T0Xy9LmwohI/AAAAAAAABZE/-oz0X3JT8gs/s1600/IMG-20120210-004821.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVmGUkHiCKk/T0Xy9LmwohI/AAAAAAAABZE/-oz0X3JT8gs/s400/IMG-20120210-004821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712238835290645010" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufRjqu2BY6w/T0Xy8_MvLaI/AAAAAAAABY4/6Dp0Q-dIi0I/s1600/IMG-20120210-004781.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufRjqu2BY6w/T0Xy8_MvLaI/AAAAAAAABY4/6Dp0Q-dIi0I/s400/IMG-20120210-004781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712238831960272290" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6AY1Yg4lNk/T0Xy9iF2_OI/AAAAAAAABZo/LwupOdAdIYY/s1600/IMG-20120211-005101.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6AY1Yg4lNk/T0Xy9iF2_OI/AAAAAAAABZo/LwupOdAdIYY/s400/IMG-20120211-005101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712238841326664930" border="0" /></a><br />Now that is one happy little dog in her forever home :)<br /><br />Shadow was adopted by a lady and her little son. I couldn't ask for a better adopter! Shadow has been through a lot in the last few weeks and they are sticking by her. During her stay with me Shadow was spayed, had urinary tract infection, ear mites... Poor thing must've been feeling so shitty but never complained. Guess what? Last week Shadow's adopter found out that she has heartworm. How scary is that?? But they are not giving up on her. She is getting the treatment she needs. Most adopters would return a sick dog but this one is already committed to Shadow and loves her after 2 weeks. Totally restores my faith in humans. They are caring for Shadow like a member of the family and I couldn't be more pleased. Shadow is one lucky dog and I wish all adopters were so awesome!havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-30808925186816408342012-02-23T15:29:00.006+08:002012-02-23T16:00:57.402+08:00Tamago & Puppy Cola - Adopt an older dog ok?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJ2UvGSyEgM/T0XsNmOU9MI/AAAAAAAABYs/7bxqdGYYHrE/s1600/IMG-20120217-00551.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJ2UvGSyEgM/T0XsNmOU9MI/AAAAAAAABYs/7bxqdGYYHrE/s400/IMG-20120217-00551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712231420732437698" border="0" /></a>Tamago and her Governator chew toy.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAT0l_DAlD4/T0XsIUN5apI/AAAAAAAABYU/ik4gIYLzcec/s1600/IMG-20120212-00546.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAT0l_DAlD4/T0XsIUN5apI/AAAAAAAABYU/ik4gIYLzcec/s400/IMG-20120212-00546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712231329999448722" border="0" /></a>Tamago after a day out.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-NiVtiG338/T0XsH_0xnWI/AAAAAAAABYI/UParKQegfMg/s1600/IMG-20120208-00539.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-NiVtiG338/T0XsH_0xnWI/AAAAAAAABYI/UParKQegfMg/s400/IMG-20120208-00539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712231324525370722" border="0" /></a>Tamago and Puppy Cola after the groomer's visit. I had all of Tamago's hair cut. Its so freaking hot in Malaysia and she hates having her hair brushed. She's unrecognizable as a shih-tzu now and soooo much neater and cleaner and she smells way better too.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6uQNizTy_E/T0XsHdv4ZVI/AAAAAAAABX8/ezuJAHtPVks/s1600/IMG-20120205-00537.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6uQNizTy_E/T0XsHdv4ZVI/AAAAAAAABX8/ezuJAHtPVks/s400/IMG-20120205-00537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712231315378038098" border="0" /></a>Last photo I took of Pupsilly.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQIEp-9xEFE/T0XsGvIWRhI/AAAAAAAABXw/zLJPwUHvA4s/s1600/IMG-20120205-00536.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQIEp-9xEFE/T0XsGvIWRhI/AAAAAAAABXw/zLJPwUHvA4s/s400/IMG-20120205-00536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712231302864193042" border="0" /></a>No idea what dog Tamago looks like now but I think she looks freaking adorable!! You should've seen the looks of horror some Shih-Tzu people gave me when I brought her to an SPCA event. First I was asked if she was a pug.. When I said no they were like oh my gawd... I guess they think the long hair makes the dog. Whatever! My pooch is a companion not an accessory and she's way more comfortable now.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JiAixwFFhYQ/T0XsJOnkahI/AAAAAAAABYg/HzxpS2IMFNE/s1600/IMG-20120217-00549.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JiAixwFFhYQ/T0XsJOnkahI/AAAAAAAABYg/HzxpS2IMFNE/s400/IMG-20120217-00549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712231345676380690" border="0" /></a><br />Just wanna say that adopting an older dog is super!!! I adopted Tamago last year when she was about 8 years old so I guess she's 9 now. Everyone wants puppies because they're soooo super cute, playful, and adorable. Who doesn't love puppies? But realistically, who has the time for them? They're babies and require so much time and energy from their caregiver. So many people adopt puppies and then dump them when they get too big, or because they're too energetic, or they can't train them. If you're working full-time or perhaps you don't have as much space for a hyperactive pup, consider adopting an older dog. You'll still get the love and the loyalty, but in a calmer package. You can enjoy the companionship with less headache. Adult dogs that are abandoned pets are usually already housebroken, trained, past the age of teething and destructive chewing. Tamago is a perfect companion. Mellow like me :)<br /><br />Puppy Cola went to her new home a couple of weeks ago and her name is Shadow now. She's about 4 years old and another example of why adopting an older dog is so awesome. Also, adult and older dogs need homes too. Please don't brush them aside.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-55831435691893530182012-02-03T16:01:00.009+08:002012-02-23T16:54:51.220+08:00Foster PoochMy darling foster pooch has a lot of names. She has been named by everyone she's met. Her name is Puppy Cola, Falkor, Falkora, Goma, Felly, Bada, Ume, and Westie. I just call her Puppy or Pupsilly. This little girl is one of 19 white toy dogs dumped outside a shelter by cruel backyard breeders who no longer had a use for them. 9 of the dogs are poodle terrier mixes, 10 of them are maltese terrier mixes. Puppy is one of the latter. 17 of the 19 dogs are female. None of the dogs were neutered, all past prime breeding age, and every single one cruelly debarked. Because there is no cctv outside this particular shelter, no one has any idea who dumped all 19 pooches. Needless to say someone had made their money and was done exploiting these dogs so they were tossed out like yesterday's garbage. I guess we can only be glad that the people who used them for their own financial gain had the "heart"(if you could call it that) not to kill them. Lots of people have stepped up to foster or adopt them all through Cherish Life Home and KL Pooch Rescue with Malaysian Dogs Deserve Better sponsoring neutering costs.<br /><br />I met Puppy at the home of the great ladies of KL Pooch Rescue. When I went there i saw around 10 little white dogs all running around. It was a very surreal moment. I couldn't pick who I wanted to foster. How could I? They all needed fostering. But it was ok because eventually Pupsilly picked me :) I was kneeling on the ground holding out my hand and trying to make friends with the dogs but they were mostly fearful or indifferent. That's when Pups tentatively crept up to my hand and sniffed it then licked it. That was that. I knew we were gonna be fine :) Puppy is super duper sweet. At first she was timid, fearful, flinched and cowered every time I pet her or went near her. She doesn't have an aggressive bone in her body. She acted as if she was used to being hit and expected it :( She's much better now and runs around having fun in my apartment. She's been sleeping in my bed and she's so comfy she loves it. She can't bark but makes a weird little sound when she's excited. She's not toilet-trained but I'm trying to paper-train her. So far we're not progressing in that sense. I've bought two different housebreaking aid products and they're not really helping. Puppy has been with me about 2 weeks now and was spayed this past Monday. She's gaining weight and looking healthier. I'm trying to find her a home but will be very very sad when she leaves me. I hope she goes to a good friend or a relative so I can see her sometimes.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFdfWXJiPTw/TyuVKj5oiLI/AAAAAAAABT8/rnk2rTrrq8Y/s1600/IMG-20120119-00464.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFdfWXJiPTw/TyuVKj5oiLI/AAAAAAAABT8/rnk2rTrrq8Y/s400/IMG-20120119-00464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817361663068338" border="0" /></a>Puppy when she just arrived at my home.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVtfCF1LzGc/TyuVoD4XXQI/AAAAAAAABVU/Zreh9WUT3nk/s1600/IMG-20120120-00480.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVtfCF1LzGc/TyuVoD4XXQI/AAAAAAAABVU/Zreh9WUT3nk/s400/IMG-20120120-00480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817868463889666" border="0" /></a>Puppy and her Chinese New Year toy.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PucPsuGZXgg/TyuVoLQcRWI/AAAAAAAABVA/axqZI1Gm49M/s1600/IMG-20120120-00476.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PucPsuGZXgg/TyuVoLQcRWI/AAAAAAAABVA/axqZI1Gm49M/s400/IMG-20120120-00476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817870443922786" border="0" /></a>Puppy after her first bath. She was very upset about that.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqvdDYnq2GY/TyuVoK4PPlI/AAAAAAAABU4/LvbqdcPA9PE/s1600/IMG-20120119-00473.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqvdDYnq2GY/TyuVoK4PPlI/AAAAAAAABU4/LvbqdcPA9PE/s400/IMG-20120119-00473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817870342405714" border="0" /></a>Puppy meets Knutella<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8Y898nXVj8/TyuVLPPrg1I/AAAAAAAABUc/Yn9v5F50tvU/s1600/IMG-20120119-00471.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8Y898nXVj8/TyuVLPPrg1I/AAAAAAAABUc/Yn9v5F50tvU/s400/IMG-20120119-00471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817373298262866" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oh8A0z1HfSQ/TyuVK5MlMeI/AAAAAAAABUU/eFg1irr7QAM/s1600/IMG-20120119-00470.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oh8A0z1HfSQ/TyuVK5MlMeI/AAAAAAAABUU/eFg1irr7QAM/s400/IMG-20120119-00470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817367379685858" border="0" /></a>Charlie Tux avoiding Puppy<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2X_jY9Udnp0/TyuVKtixg_I/AAAAAAAABUI/qDuBKPwubNk/s1600/IMG-20120119-00466.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2X_jY9Udnp0/TyuVKtixg_I/AAAAAAAABUI/qDuBKPwubNk/s400/IMG-20120119-00466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817364251542514" border="0" /></a>Tamago ignoring Puppy<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpJXY9tgMUk/TyuVLDTb96I/AAAAAAAABUo/tqpnYbiSKgE/s1600/IMG-20120119-00472.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpJXY9tgMUk/TyuVLDTb96I/AAAAAAAABUo/tqpnYbiSKgE/s400/IMG-20120119-00472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817370092795810" border="0" /></a>Meeting Fatfat<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp6Vq4zZY9E/TyuWWrR70RI/AAAAAAAABXU/IdwJHTNFnbo/s1600/IMG-20120131-00528.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp6Vq4zZY9E/TyuWWrR70RI/AAAAAAAABXU/IdwJHTNFnbo/s400/IMG-20120131-00528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818669314101522" border="0" /></a>Do I have to get out of bed mum?<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8o6QloTdJ2c/TyuWWiWpvVI/AAAAAAAABXA/wThkKDWD7Sg/s1600/IMG-20120130-00524.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8o6QloTdJ2c/TyuWWiWpvVI/AAAAAAAABXA/wThkKDWD7Sg/s400/IMG-20120130-00524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818666917969234" border="0" /></a>Recovering from spay surgery :(<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYMtLqABmS0/TyuWWifg5QI/AAAAAAAABW4/foIOo95056g/s1600/IMG-20120129-00521.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYMtLqABmS0/TyuWWifg5QI/AAAAAAAABW4/foIOo95056g/s400/IMG-20120129-00521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818666955138306" border="0" /></a>Enjoying a jerky treat with Tamago<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fl1f6PJYB80/TyuWWQKGnzI/AAAAAAAABWw/24KRokD6vKE/s1600/IMG-20120127-00518.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fl1f6PJYB80/TyuWWQKGnzI/AAAAAAAABWw/24KRokD6vKE/s400/IMG-20120127-00518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818662033497906" border="0" /></a>With Knutella<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2GhJlIE7IQ/TyuWXBqxvvI/AAAAAAAABXc/u6OKchWKlJY/s1600/IMG-20120201-00530.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2GhJlIE7IQ/TyuWXBqxvvI/AAAAAAAABXc/u6OKchWKlJY/s400/IMG-20120201-00530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818675323879154" border="0" /></a>Feeling much better two days after spay surgery :)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEijvNzS18o/TyuWB3HOf6I/AAAAAAAABWY/uiiKoCFAI3c/s1600/IMG-20120126-00509.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEijvNzS18o/TyuWB3HOf6I/AAAAAAAABWY/uiiKoCFAI3c/s400/IMG-20120126-00509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818311713161122" border="0" /></a>Enjoying the good life for the first time.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ8X3E8rhwg/TyuWBiOu6dI/AAAAAAAABWM/Q2lQbJUXnW8/s1600/IMG-20120126-00506.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ8X3E8rhwg/TyuWBiOu6dI/AAAAAAAABWM/Q2lQbJUXnW8/s400/IMG-20120126-00506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818306107501010" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7FKMO5cUIUw/TyuWBQBOxUI/AAAAAAAABV8/FCcNAJQHb60/s1600/IMG-20120122-00503.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7FKMO5cUIUw/TyuWBQBOxUI/AAAAAAAABV8/FCcNAJQHb60/s400/IMG-20120122-00503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818301219030338" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bA_5qbvGOro/TyuWBYAX1kI/AAAAAAAABV0/dUNtT-4Amus/s1600/IMG-20120122-00501.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bA_5qbvGOro/TyuWBYAX1kI/AAAAAAAABV0/dUNtT-4Amus/s400/IMG-20120122-00501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818303362913858" border="0" /></a>Wow! Beds are awesome!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVFG-Wc4RNE/TyuWCJn_RSI/AAAAAAAABWg/VtVOwEubqCM/s1600/IMG-20120127-00511.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVFG-Wc4RNE/TyuWCJn_RSI/AAAAAAAABWg/VtVOwEubqCM/s400/IMG-20120127-00511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704818316682413346" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAqn-U0zg3I/TyuVopeW22I/AAAAAAAABVc/5dz9qxkg6Qg/s1600/IMG-20120122-00493.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAqn-U0zg3I/TyuVopeW22I/AAAAAAAABVc/5dz9qxkg6Qg/s400/IMG-20120122-00493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817878555351906" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqvyBEii2Go/TyuVor6aWnI/AAAAAAAABVk/jqxZK2441ns/s1600/IMG-20120122-00497.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqvyBEii2Go/TyuVor6aWnI/AAAAAAAABVk/jqxZK2441ns/s400/IMG-20120122-00497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704817879209892466" border="0" /></a>Hanging with Fatfathavetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-11771528249293652322012-02-03T14:24:00.006+08:002012-02-03T16:00:56.093+08:00Charlie Tux and Knutella newsCharlie Tux went to her new home last Saturday. She now lives with a really nice lady and another little ginger kitten. These are the last photos I took of her. While she was with me she had developed the habit of perching on my shoulder and nibbling my ears. Funny girl. She is missed!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeJkh7sNJns/TyuQtRb3GnI/AAAAAAAABSs/d3xEEaSj6Go/s1600/IMG-20120116-00462.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeJkh7sNJns/TyuQtRb3GnI/AAAAAAAABSs/d3xEEaSj6Go/s400/IMG-20120116-00462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704812460443638386" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8ztxVKtTkk/TyuQtW5HbuI/AAAAAAAABSk/l9g8VDQkC5s/s1600/IMG-20120116-00461.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8ztxVKtTkk/TyuQtW5HbuI/AAAAAAAABSk/l9g8VDQkC5s/s400/IMG-20120116-00461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704812461908520674" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqeZuAj3uuU/TyuQtYmAmFI/AAAAAAAABSc/w2njWKzvDCc/s1600/IMG-20120116-00460.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqeZuAj3uuU/TyuQtYmAmFI/AAAAAAAABSc/w2njWKzvDCc/s400/IMG-20120116-00460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704812462365251666" border="0" /></a><br />Knut has also been adopted! She met her adopter last night and will be going to her new home next week.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Murncg62NzI/TyuQtwSE_hI/AAAAAAAABTQ/vbhvBd2Rj94/s1600/IMG-20120121-00484.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Murncg62NzI/TyuQtwSE_hI/AAAAAAAABTQ/vbhvBd2Rj94/s400/IMG-20120121-00484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704812468724104722" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fF7imi96754/TyuRCmZvfOI/AAAAAAAABTg/AeXOUCDxbsI/s1600/IMG-20120127-00515.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fF7imi96754/TyuRCmZvfOI/AAAAAAAABTg/AeXOUCDxbsI/s400/IMG-20120127-00515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704812826849148130" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-perOm_25pWw/TyuRCfLls6I/AAAAAAAABTY/CirftoB0UDE/s1600/IMG-20120121-00485.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-perOm_25pWw/TyuRCfLls6I/AAAAAAAABTY/CirftoB0UDE/s400/IMG-20120121-00485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704812824910738338" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHopxhCpfdE/TyuRCkwbfeI/AAAAAAAABTw/YaZXaNIM32M/s1600/IMG-20120131-00526.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHopxhCpfdE/TyuRCkwbfeI/AAAAAAAABTw/YaZXaNIM32M/s400/IMG-20120131-00526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704812826407435746" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVQeFHwrLx8/TyuQtivlKWI/AAAAAAAABS4/GFubGO7MffU/s1600/IMG-20120121-00482.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVQeFHwrLx8/TyuQtivlKWI/AAAAAAAABS4/GFubGO7MffU/s400/IMG-20120121-00482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704812465089751394" border="0" /></a>havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-76952626253060406152012-01-30T12:07:00.005+08:002012-01-30T14:00:46.372+08:00Goodbye Coco<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVZai9HPZo0/TyYXpnp4YpI/AAAAAAAABSQ/HfB1eckEqgA/s1600/coco.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVZai9HPZo0/TyYXpnp4YpI/AAAAAAAABSQ/HfB1eckEqgA/s400/coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703271981898031762" border="0" /></a><br />I hope you're having fun over there across the rainbow bridge. Maybe you're reunited with Tony and Molly.. But I have a feeling your heaven is a cat only place... No dogs allowed. I know how annoying you thought the dogs were. I hope you've found the comfiest of all human laps over there! So you can finally curl up in peace instead of constantly doing the kneading dough, baking cookies thing! I forgive you for taking a crap in my laundry basket all those times, peeing in my handbag twice, and peeing on my flip-flops all the time. I know you did those things as revenge... since they seemed to happen after you were scolded. You could be mean but sometimes you were the sweetest most affectionate kitty. You were definitely different from all other cats I have met in my life. One in a million. A force to be reckoned with. A no-nonsense kitty that did what she liked when she liked. A mini diva, skinny kitty with big hair, big attitude in a tiny package. Rest in peace dear girl.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-64617163139577373712012-01-16T15:17:00.009+08:002012-01-16T15:59:21.668+08:00Update on current foster monsters Knutella & Charlie TuxI was wrong about both kittens. Neither of them are male. They are both female. Charlie Tux is still with me but has been adopted! Her adopter came over and the interview went really well! I really like the lady. She will go to her new home this Saturday morning. Her adopter is cat-proofing her apartment and buying all the feline necessities. I'll miss Charlie but I also hope I never see her again! You know what I mean :) I hope the adoption goes well and lasts forever.<br /><br />Knut is officially Knutella and she is doing great. She's healthy and actually looks like a cat now. Fully weaned, fully litter-box trained. She's having a little problem with ringworm right now but we're fixing that with anti-fungal cream and sebolyse. She's a little punk now and has been wrestling with Charlie who is about twice her size. She's so cute. I think I'll cry when she's adopted. The hand-reared ones always break my heart when they leave me.<br /><br />So far, 2012 is off to a good start for my rescued animals!! Let's hope it stays that way.<br /><br />Knutella - Still tiny but so grown up already.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpbXMek9lfQ/TxPTev8AaNI/AAAAAAAABRo/6vL19LmnbDw/s1600/IMG-20111228-00314.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpbXMek9lfQ/TxPTev8AaNI/AAAAAAAABRo/6vL19LmnbDw/s400/IMG-20111228-00314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698130478771497170" border="0" /></a><br />One paw on my leg and looking at me as if to say "Are you my mummy?"<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CI03MdxOTZ4/TxPTevqBsGI/AAAAAAAABRg/NKk3sdAnmnM/s1600/IMG-20120101-00358.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CI03MdxOTZ4/TxPTevqBsGI/AAAAAAAABRg/NKk3sdAnmnM/s400/IMG-20120101-00358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698130478696083554" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-binjV1I7vfk/TxPTemAPvbI/AAAAAAAABRw/uBYTLsK8q2Y/s1600/IMG-20120103-00422.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-binjV1I7vfk/TxPTemAPvbI/AAAAAAAABRw/uBYTLsK8q2Y/s400/IMG-20120103-00422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698130476104924594" border="0" /></a><br />Steady enough to play ball :)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDxEr0TP_uA/TxPTKUuZZ1I/AAAAAAAABRI/oEItd9Ck-Jc/s1600/IMG-20120101-00355.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDxEr0TP_uA/TxPTKUuZZ1I/AAAAAAAABRI/oEItd9Ck-Jc/s400/IMG-20120101-00355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698130127869273938" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj1o7uJYyG8/TxPTKscMzCI/AAAAAAAABRY/rTeo5mK5dmQ/s1600/IMG-20120101-00356.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj1o7uJYyG8/TxPTKscMzCI/AAAAAAAABRY/rTeo5mK5dmQ/s400/IMG-20120101-00356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698130134235401250" border="0" /></a><br />Snack-sized Knutella.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkkeoUo_gbM/TxPTJ4VtHXI/AAAAAAAABRA/kOQ3NkJzVq8/s1600/IMG-20111228-00312.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkkeoUo_gbM/TxPTJ4VtHXI/AAAAAAAABRA/kOQ3NkJzVq8/s400/IMG-20111228-00312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698130120249515378" border="0" /></a><br />Knutella enjoys having teeth and chowing down on kibble.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBQyqSVZ63o/TxPTJ2tYLPI/AAAAAAAABQs/2x-TQF-lnU4/s1600/IMG-20111227-00310.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBQyqSVZ63o/TxPTJ2tYLPI/AAAAAAAABQs/2x-TQF-lnU4/s400/IMG-20111227-00310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698130119811935474" border="0" /></a><br />Watching Charlie Tux steal her food...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRnMJ-5U9Og/TxPTJtZJIGI/AAAAAAAABQk/UKJUHDE6ixU/s1600/402825_10151134871605593_878085592_22342959_1065870686_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRnMJ-5U9Og/TxPTJtZJIGI/AAAAAAAABQk/UKJUHDE6ixU/s400/402825_10151134871605593_878085592_22342959_1065870686_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698130117311144034" border="0" /></a><br />Charlie loves attacking Fatfat's tail.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQEjY7x4LRE/TxPSrKQPcHI/AAAAAAAABQA/R5b37fOthYA/s1600/395822_10151119372535593_878085592_22249517_83396869_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQEjY7x4LRE/TxPSrKQPcHI/AAAAAAAABQA/R5b37fOthYA/s400/395822_10151119372535593_878085592_22249517_83396869_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698129592482492530" border="0" /></a><br />Fatfat losing his patience with the little tail-attacking turd.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A61ILsnw-m0/TxPSqxKeJPI/AAAAAAAABP0/Mve1kvKQnuQ/s1600/391909_10151119371910593_878085592_22249514_537315023_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A61ILsnw-m0/TxPSqxKeJPI/AAAAAAAABP0/Mve1kvKQnuQ/s400/391909_10151119371910593_878085592_22249514_537315023_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698129585747404018" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, just hanging out.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou4SB5znBNs/TxPSqk71O8I/AAAAAAAABPo/0KTgJlJjwfE/s1600/387179_10151119725630593_878085592_22252351_569007665_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou4SB5znBNs/TxPSqk71O8I/AAAAAAAABPo/0KTgJlJjwfE/s400/387179_10151119725630593_878085592_22252351_569007665_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698129582464777154" border="0" /></a><br />Waiting our turn at the vet.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8iY9wDNPBw/TxPSrnAkvFI/AAAAAAAABQY/v9D_MnZ_7dA/s1600/381592_10151144757720593_878085592_22380913_2084991742_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8iY9wDNPBw/TxPSrnAkvFI/AAAAAAAABQY/v9D_MnZ_7dA/s400/381592_10151144757720593_878085592_22380913_2084991742_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698129600201407570" border="0" /></a><br />Charlie was vaccinated and Knutella was diagnosed with ringworm. Ewww....<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3Zh727meAU/TxPSrMPnS_I/AAAAAAAABQQ/y3Zz1C2xHiE/s1600/IMG-20120108-00445.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3Zh727meAU/TxPSrMPnS_I/AAAAAAAABQQ/y3Zz1C2xHiE/s400/IMG-20120108-00445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698129593016732658" border="0" /></a>havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-90570328701110308462012-01-04T14:58:00.006+08:002012-01-04T15:50:42.246+08:00Shelter dogs & Nicole's Foster Kittens - Munchkin, Morrisey, MorganMy dear friend NT is ridiculously busy with her new job! She works 15 hour days and still manages to care for her cats and dogs and her foster furkids! All of her friends are worried that she will burn out and we don't think she should foster as much as she used to.. or at least if she rescues, she should pass the critters to us for fostering. Anyway here are her three current foster kittens. She found them at her place of work! Apparently the area is swarming with strays :( No doubt she will be rescuing more. These guys are about 2 and a half months old now. At the time of rescue the little tykes were barely weaned and they were starving. Help us rehome NT's kittens! Interested parties can get in touch by emailing lynielime@gmail.com<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXdQOhk5fNE/TwP9N8EbmXI/AAAAAAAABN4/3cRFm2E9DOU/s1600/405819_10151122612065593_878085592_22277261_1652263384_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXdQOhk5fNE/TwP9N8EbmXI/AAAAAAAABN4/3cRFm2E9DOU/s400/405819_10151122612065593_878085592_22277261_1652263384_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693672769831278962" border="0" /></a>Morrisey & Morgan<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-San2vUAvbq4/TwP9NrxHMvI/AAAAAAAABNw/8VKNHA10j94/s1600/392626_10151122604935593_878085592_22277241_756192565_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-San2vUAvbq4/TwP9NrxHMvI/AAAAAAAABNw/8VKNHA10j94/s400/392626_10151122604935593_878085592_22277241_756192565_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693672765455282930" border="0" /></a>The three siblings.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKyNnebRFgc/TwP9N9So0aI/AAAAAAAABOM/kS4lTSIXPVU/s1600/406859_10151122607135593_878085592_22277250_694277123_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKyNnebRFgc/TwP9N9So0aI/AAAAAAAABOM/kS4lTSIXPVU/s400/406859_10151122607135593_878085592_22277250_694277123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693672770159301026" border="0" /></a><br />Munchkin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPifov87s_8/TwP81Bo5VtI/AAAAAAAABNE/n3gtJeNMEn0/s1600/387643_10151122610330593_878085592_22277257_998270541_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPifov87s_8/TwP81Bo5VtI/AAAAAAAABNE/n3gtJeNMEn0/s400/387643_10151122610330593_878085592_22277257_998270541_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693672341829670610" border="0" /></a>Munchkin & Morgan<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_g5aQaj57o0/TwP803eQYHI/AAAAAAAABM0/HxuFZzeDPPs/s1600/378754_10151122610730593_878085592_22277258_647978024_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_g5aQaj57o0/TwP803eQYHI/AAAAAAAABM0/HxuFZzeDPPs/s400/378754_10151122610730593_878085592_22277258_647978024_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693672339100688498" border="0" /></a>Morgan<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-Nq1naDPA8/TwP81jRW91I/AAAAAAAABNk/iN7eCjqPBDY/s1600/392015_10151122609185593_878085592_22277254_443168828_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-Nq1naDPA8/TwP81jRW91I/AAAAAAAABNk/iN7eCjqPBDY/s400/392015_10151122609185593_878085592_22277254_443168828_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693672350857754450" border="0" /></a>Morrisey<br /><br /><br />Also, some dogs I met at the shelter on Monday afternoon. All these guys have so much love to give. You can see it in their eyes. Please adopt from a shelter. There is so much loneliness and longing there. And don't just think of adopting puppies. Adopt an older dog, an adult dog. These guys have been through so much loss and pain of abandonment. I promise you will be bringing home a friend for life. Someone who will love you more than any human ever could or will. I would love to have these guys but I just can't afford their care now :( Remember, don't breed and buy while shelter animals die. Spay/neuter your pets! Prevent pet overpopulation that leads to homelessness and suffering.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APCMk4kptrU/TwQA-GUkfkI/AAAAAAAABPQ/D5FolnCXei8/s1600/395780_10151122221970593_878085592_22273592_858462639_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APCMk4kptrU/TwQA-GUkfkI/AAAAAAAABPQ/D5FolnCXei8/s400/395780_10151122221970593_878085592_22273592_858462639_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693676895751929410" border="0" /></a>"I am lonely and afraid. Please take me with you."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L5qG3UT0rqg/TwQA-J_oQJI/AAAAAAAABPc/KzPi_A8cvSo/s1600/397342_10151122159035593_878085592_22272940_2134692331_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L5qG3UT0rqg/TwQA-J_oQJI/AAAAAAAABPc/KzPi_A8cvSo/s400/397342_10151122159035593_878085592_22272940_2134692331_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693676896737837202" border="0" /></a>"I'm old and tired and want to live out my days loving you and being surrounded by your love."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TH2sWzzPv8/TwQAyQkEBeI/AAAAAAAABO8/4-Q6Ptc6ZGI/s1600/390151_10151122206750593_878085592_22273428_1323473163_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TH2sWzzPv8/TwQAyQkEBeI/AAAAAAAABO8/4-Q6Ptc6ZGI/s400/390151_10151122206750593_878085592_22273428_1323473163_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693676692342834658" border="0" /></a>"I will love you unconditionally! That's a promise!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fGg3NlFLBFA/TwQAySRrngI/AAAAAAAABOo/CL44L-5ISFA/s1600/387373_10151122227085593_878085592_22273657_1461883675_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fGg3NlFLBFA/TwQAySRrngI/AAAAAAAABOo/CL44L-5ISFA/s400/387373_10151122227085593_878085592_22273657_1461883675_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693676692802608642" border="0" /></a>"Why have we been abandoned? What did we do wrong?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVu_13SqNO4/TwQAyACdJXI/AAAAAAAABOc/jdBUSlhr2Q0/s1600/386182_10151122120840593_878085592_22272580_32410058_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVu_13SqNO4/TwQAyACdJXI/AAAAAAAABOc/jdBUSlhr2Q0/s400/386182_10151122120840593_878085592_22272580_32410058_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693676687906907506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxsVTYlKPAc/TwQAyKAvK2I/AAAAAAAABOU/2y7wpMwuvKA/s1600/381297_10151122212040593_878085592_22273483_1270355834_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxsVTYlKPAc/TwQAyKAvK2I/AAAAAAAABOU/2y7wpMwuvKA/s400/381297_10151122212040593_878085592_22273483_1270355834_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693676690584054626" border="0" /></a>"I'll be loyal and protect you."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aTvUJI4sqd0/TwQAy_rNOXI/AAAAAAAABPE/pYTMgI6LWOI/s1600/390796_10151122175925593_878085592_22273145_1060347168_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aTvUJI4sqd0/TwQAy_rNOXI/AAAAAAAABPE/pYTMgI6LWOI/s400/390796_10151122175925593_878085592_22273145_1060347168_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693676704989264242" border="0" /></a>"Can I go home with you? Please? I promise to be good!"havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-62568938333031907592011-12-27T15:33:00.016+08:002011-12-27T16:28:56.913+08:00Merry Christmas & update on my fosters & The Parking Lot ColonyHola mis amigos!!<br />I haven't posted in agesssss and a good friend texted and said i shouldn't stop :) Thanks Eileen! I actually have tons to update on and that's kinda why I haven't... You know when you procrastinate until there's so much to do you don't know how to start tackling it? This is one of those things. I won't go into major details and verbal diarrhea like I usually do. Quick summary of everything alright peeps? Here we go.<br /><br />Charlie is a 3 month old tuxedo kitten. He was rescued by a friend who found him while walking his dog. Charlie was tiny then, perhaps 6-7 weeks old and he had been tossed out in a shoe box. Luckily the dog sniffed him out and Charlie was rescued. He was very ill with a virus similar to Coccidia and Parvo but has since recovered after two weeks on two kinds of antibiotics. Charlie is ready for immediate adoption. So far, 5 separate parties have inquired about adopting him. Hopefully one of them will be awesome and Charlie can go to his forever home. Charlie is playful, affectionate, mischievous, and of course Uncle Fat Fat loves him and has been giving him lots of parental love.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8PsAY5OQNU/Tvl2SKkDrxI/AAAAAAAABLU/8frsqDF5Nw8/s1600/401217_10151081745890593_878085592_22070895_888338219_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8PsAY5OQNU/Tvl2SKkDrxI/AAAAAAAABLU/8frsqDF5Nw8/s400/401217_10151081745890593_878085592_22070895_888338219_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690709658604646162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZxJRv6rNL4/Tvl2R3C1elI/AAAAAAAABLM/-Z8ZqPJpnjs/s1600/395979_10151075523485593_878085592_22048449_1576014903_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZxJRv6rNL4/Tvl2R3C1elI/AAAAAAAABLM/-Z8ZqPJpnjs/s400/395979_10151075523485593_878085592_22048449_1576014903_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690709653365029458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0kFDWv232k/Tvl2RhCPPlI/AAAAAAAABK4/OZWnX5WS694/s1600/390576_10151075516010593_878085592_22048411_1763855614_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0kFDWv232k/Tvl2RhCPPlI/AAAAAAAABK4/OZWnX5WS694/s400/390576_10151075516010593_878085592_22048411_1763855614_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690709647456943698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mIoeEBHECDk/Tvl2RittHuI/AAAAAAAABKw/oup3VkuodJw/s1600/387669_10151075518535593_878085592_22048424_987885418_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mIoeEBHECDk/Tvl2RittHuI/AAAAAAAABKw/oup3VkuodJw/s400/387669_10151075518535593_878085592_22048424_987885418_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690709647907692258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_2I5yoApao/Tvl2SOBjyQI/AAAAAAAABLk/h8WBd_VU3u8/s1600/406762_10151075514625593_878085592_22048405_1634437141_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_2I5yoApao/Tvl2SOBjyQI/AAAAAAAABLk/h8WBd_VU3u8/s400/406762_10151075514625593_878085592_22048405_1634437141_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690709659533691138" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Knut/Knutella is a 3-4 week old pure white kitten. Not sure if he's male or female hence the name options.. hahaha.. The little booger is named after Knut the hand-reared polar bear that passed away and also my favorite hazelnut spread Nutella :) I found him the Thursday before christmas in my condo parking lot. I suspect he may be one of The Parking Lot Colony Tortie's kittens since my neighbor MK and I have been unsuccessful at trapping and spaying her. The Tortie was pregnant and then I did not see her around for a week or two. When I found Knut he was under a car parked two spaces down from mine, all alone. He was extremely filthy, dehydrated, covered head to toe in fleas and had an eye infection although his eyes had not even opened yet. I hate fleas. They are such bastards and there were hundreds of them feasting on this little guy's body. *SHUDDER* soooo gross. they were even crawling all over his face and eyes. I itch now just thinking about them. It was touch and go the first couple of days. He refused bottle feeding and syringe feeding and you know how much i HATE hand-rearing. I wasn't sure Knut would make it. His appetite was shitty and he was weak. But the last couple of days he has started drinking more formula and his teeth have come in so I have started him on very soft mushy food as well. His eyes have cleared up and they are bright blue. I am pretty confident now that he will be ok and adoptable in about 2 months. The pictures below were taken the day I found him. He looks much better now!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMxKDiSoRTc/Tvl5-YKvHuI/AAAAAAAABL8/wam2sfaqZ48/s1600/397403_10151085705215593_878085592_22085225_1618395305_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMxKDiSoRTc/Tvl5-YKvHuI/AAAAAAAABL8/wam2sfaqZ48/s400/397403_10151085705215593_878085592_22085225_1618395305_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690713716705664738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8115u491y1M/Tvl5-YcZwHI/AAAAAAAABL0/cMLlvGnurn4/s1600/387963_10151085848590593_878085592_22085776_200893009_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8115u491y1M/Tvl5-YcZwHI/AAAAAAAABL0/cMLlvGnurn4/s400/387963_10151085848590593_878085592_22085776_200893009_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690713716779761778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9O9CgG6olg/Tvl5-Hkb1_I/AAAAAAAABLs/TughetnLQBk/s1600/377481_10151085707245593_878085592_22085228_1394927819_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9O9CgG6olg/Tvl5-Hkb1_I/AAAAAAAABLs/TughetnLQBk/s400/377481_10151085707245593_878085592_22085228_1394927819_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690713712250050546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tYGOv3DpI2c/Tvl5-S8ckAI/AAAAAAAABMM/SIwZpVSLowU/s1600/402680_10151085703245593_878085592_22085218_1666470262_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tYGOv3DpI2c/Tvl5-S8ckAI/AAAAAAAABMM/SIwZpVSLowU/s400/402680_10151085703245593_878085592_22085218_1666470262_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690713715303550978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Below, Knut on Christmas Day. The crud around his eyes is dried up discharge stuck in his fur. I didn't want to injure the little baby's eyes so just left crud there but you can see his blue eyes are clear and healthy :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weaEL-24BQY/TvmAHXSQf-I/AAAAAAAABMo/N5TSNZFkZb8/s1600/Knut%2BXmas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weaEL-24BQY/TvmAHXSQf-I/AAAAAAAABMo/N5TSNZFkZb8/s400/Knut%2BXmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690720468157366242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Parking Lot Colony continues to be an epic meow-filled soap drama. The Ginger Tom is still scary, The Tortie is still scared of everyone and everything, Carpark Cat is back and in decent condition but still scared of the Ginger Tom and Mr CrankyPants. There is a new resident in the colony, I'll call her The Calico. Another female. ARGHHHHH!!!!!!! I hope she doesn't breed!!!!! She's a scaredy cat like The Tortie. Why are the females so hard to trap and spay? They are the ones MK and I reallyyyyy want to catch. No more kittens please :( I wonder where Knut's siblings are :((( Mr CrankyPants got the shit kicked out of him again while I was out of town. Much worse this time. Luckily for him his other mummy MK was around and took him to the vet. He had to stay there for a couple of nights and the wound was infected and required draining. After he was discharged from the vet, he stayed with MK for a couple of weeks at her apartment. His whole neck and chest area were raw, totally furless, and there was a huge puncture like a gaping hole in his neck going through to his shoulder. We don't know what happened. All the other cats in the colony are totally unscathed so it doesn't seem likely he fought with any of them. Anyway Cranks is the alpha male and the rest run at the sight of him, not stay and fight! Plus he was neutered after his last fight recently so I thought he'd be staying out of trouble... Below, a photo MK took him immediately after rescue. All that pink and red mess is exposed raw flesh :(<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7hkzzhG4zs/Tvl-BTZHlpI/AAAAAAAABMc/68wynvwTqB8/s1600/Cranks%2Bnew%2Binjury.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7hkzzhG4zs/Tvl-BTZHlpI/AAAAAAAABMc/68wynvwTqB8/s400/Cranks%2Bnew%2Binjury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690718165009929874" border="0" /></a>havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-49364296367232548792011-11-03T16:45:00.004+08:002011-11-03T17:16:57.762+08:00Bye my Miko and be a good girl!Miko was adopted last Sunday and I am sooooooooo super sad. Lots of people called me about her after seeing her adoption profile on petfinder.my but it was easy to choose the family I wanted her to go to. Her new mummy rescued her first kittens when she was just 14 years old. Miko will now have a cockapoo pooch to run around with and two little girls aged 4 and 6 who adore kittens. When Miko's adopter came over to meet Miko for the first time, she brought her 6 year old and I was really impressed by how gentle the little girl was, cradling Miko like a little precious baby in her arms. Major "Awwwwww" moment. My heart melted. The little girl informed me that she was going to take such good care of Miko and that they were going to be so happy together :) She then insisted on carrying the carrier (with Miko inside) to the car. I heard Miko's new mummy tell her little girl that she had to learn boundaries with Miko, that kitties want to play but not all the time and that sometimes you have to leave them alone because they want space. I know my Miko is in really good hands. I wish them all a long and happy future together.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M96p3_UECeU/TrJYNo2fmFI/AAAAAAAABJE/LDH1fagP5ZA/s1600/IMG-20111015-00193.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M96p3_UECeU/TrJYNo2fmFI/AAAAAAAABJE/LDH1fagP5ZA/s400/IMG-20111015-00193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670691872140400722" border="0" /></a>Miko snoozing on my arm as i lay reading in bed. Our last nap together before she was adopted the next day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNHulhexjoc/TrJYOFb--nI/AAAAAAAABJQ/j1uhZuVj-k0/s1600/IMG-20111015-00194.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNHulhexjoc/TrJYOFb--nI/AAAAAAAABJQ/j1uhZuVj-k0/s400/IMG-20111015-00194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670691879813839474" border="0" /></a><br />Last closeup of my Munchkin Miko. I'll miss my little kitten. Never ever hand-rearing kittens ever again. I just get so super attached. There's something about bottle-feeding tiny fragile newborns that makes the bond to them sooooooooo strong. I'm happy that she made it but sad for me too. I hope I get to keep one of my own hand-reared ones someday.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-67794331114921803432011-10-17T13:42:00.004+08:002011-10-17T14:04:02.209+08:00The Parking Lot Colony - Update on Mr CrankyPantsCranks was released last Tuesday night with very little fanfare. He had calmed down a lot by then and allowed me to stuff him into a cat carrier for transportation from my apartment back to the parking lot. He was pretty freaked out about being stuck in such a small space and cried pitifully. When we got to my car, which is where he usually hangs out, I set the carrier down next to it and scooped a handful of kibble out onto the ground right in front of the carrier door in the hope that this would help him exit calmly. It worked! He stopped meowing immediately. I opened the door and he stepped out and buried his face in the food as if it was any other day. I was afraid he would bolt and never return once released but luckily he still trusts me. Since then we have returned to our usual routine and he is at my car every morning and evening waiting for his meals. He has suddenly decided that he is in love with me and keeps trying to follow me back into the building. This morning he even ignored his food and jumped into my car as I was about to leave for work! What is happening?? Has Mr CrankyPants suddenly become Mr CuddlyPants??? Perhaps be is adoptable after all! Any takers? He is a very handsome grey tabby, neutered and ready to go!<br /><br />No luck yet with the others in the colony. I have seen and fed The Tortie and The Ginger Tom but there is still no sign of Carpark Cat :( I hope he's ok wherever he is.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-45446762020780918432011-10-10T17:06:00.001+08:002011-10-11T08:41:58.651+08:00The Parking Lot ColonyFour neurotic felines make up the feral colony in my condo parking lot. Each one is crazy in his/her own unadoptable way. They are fed and looked after by my upstairs neighbor MK who has been feeding them for years and now by me as well after I moved in a year ago. The cats in the colony are Carpark Cat, The Tortie, Mr CrankyPants, and the Ginger Tom.<br /><br />I have only gotten to know (and photograph) Mr Crankypants and the Ginger Tom. Carpark Cat and The Tortie are super duper scared of all humans except MK. I can't even get near them. If I leave them food, they will not eat until I am out of sight. Mr CrankyPants and the Ginger Tom are tamer but in an aggressive, demanding, bitey, scratchy sort of way. They don't want to be friends but they are not afraid of us. Cranks will yowl at the top of his lungs demanding food, the Ginger Tom will get angry and actually bite us or grab our feet and scratch us if we don't set down his food fast enough for his liking. We keep containers of cat kibble in our cars for them but sometimes we run out and have to go into our apartments to refill. When this happens, the Ginger Tom gets really mad and chases after us and blocks our path furiously. I have scars on my legs from this lunatic. He is a freaking nut. He looks nuts too with all his bald patches and battle scars. Sometimes while he eats I muster up the courage to cautiously stroke his scarred bald head with one tentative finger.<br /><br />None of the four in the colony get along with each other. The Ginger Tom and Mr C are both alpha males and always pick fights with each other and anyone else. Carpark Cat is also male but much smaller and timid and easily bullied by these two. The Tortie is the only female in the colony and also easily bullied... Poor thing. MK and I try to make sure everyone is regularly fed but more often than not, the bullies eat, and the timid ones are off hiding somewhere. We hope to have everyone neutered to stem the bullying and territorial issues and also to make sure they don't breed. They are extremely difficult to catch :( People who live in the building have been complaining about cats in the compound and also complaining about people feeding cats in the compound (MK and I of course.. hahaha). I don't see why it bothers or affects other people that we feed the cats but well, I guess some people are just petty, arrogant, heartless, and really really stupid with nothing better to do or think about.<br /><br />Mr CrankyPants and Carpark Cat had a big fight last week. Both ended up pretty badly beat up. I managed to catch Mr C (he went ballistic when trapped) and send him to the vet. He's been patched up and neutered and is staying in a cage in my study until his antibiotics are finished at which point I will release him back into the parking lot. His stay with me has been challenging as he can't stand being confined and became super freaking mean. He makes a huge disgusting mess in the cage everyday. I can hear him "working" very hard at that all the time and yowling his head off. The vet and her assistants had a lot of trouble with him. I had hoped to rehome him but the vet says he's not adoptable. She's right. Carpark Cat is still out there somewhere with his injuries :( MK was out of town when the fight happened and isn't back yet. She's the only one that might be able to catch Carpark Cat and bring him in for treatment and neutering. I haven't seen him since last week.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0dCN7fY7tw/TpKjnVP6f8I/AAAAAAAABH0/_-LoNTIbkfg/s1600/IMG-20111007-00180.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0dCN7fY7tw/TpKjnVP6f8I/AAAAAAAABH0/_-LoNTIbkfg/s400/IMG-20111007-00180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661767577672253378" border="0" /></a><br />Mr CrankyPants at the vet. He stayed there for a few days because he was too scary and angry for me to treat at home. His wounds needed daily cleaning and he was also neutered during his stay. I was too shit-scared to do any wound cleaning.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gvELXntSKFg/TpKjmwkd2OI/AAAAAAAABHs/sqTis1XELvI/s1600/IMG-20111007-00179.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gvELXntSKFg/TpKjmwkd2OI/AAAAAAAABHs/sqTis1XELvI/s400/IMG-20111007-00179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661767567826344162" border="0" /></a><br />Mr C giving me the angry stink-eye. His paw pads were badly torn up. When walking (limping painfully really) he left bloody patches on the ground. His front forelegs also had many deep scratches.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSciagO7xxA/TpKjm9qmsBI/AAAAAAAABHk/7HolcVBy0rw/s1600/IMG-20111007-00178.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSciagO7xxA/TpKjm9qmsBI/AAAAAAAABHk/7HolcVBy0rw/s400/IMG-20111007-00178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661767571341750290" border="0" /></a><br />He took of his e-collar and I was too scared to try putting that back on too. Anyway it occurred to me that if it was replaced, I would then have to worry about taking it off as well. Argh. I'm a chicken, I admit it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qsaTQ8afBU/TpKjnhTnmWI/AAAAAAAABIE/-n7LMOIoHHo/s1600/IMG-20111007-00187.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qsaTQ8afBU/TpKjnhTnmWI/AAAAAAAABIE/-n7LMOIoHHo/s400/IMG-20111007-00187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661767580909017442" border="0" /></a><br />The Ginger Tom and his bald, scarred, head.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdIhy7WcUYg/TpKj1nWdxTI/AAAAAAAABIM/yMxAifKEoW4/s1600/IMG-20111007-00188.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdIhy7WcUYg/TpKj1nWdxTI/AAAAAAAABIM/yMxAifKEoW4/s400/IMG-20111007-00188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661767823049737522" border="0" /></a><br />My poor scary feral friend.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oo66NTEmALk/TpKjnZm6b3I/AAAAAAAABH8/LWHd-7sdQOY/s1600/IMG-20111007-00184.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oo66NTEmALk/TpKjnZm6b3I/AAAAAAAABH8/LWHd-7sdQOY/s400/IMG-20111007-00184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661767578842460018" border="0" /></a><br />I have a feeling there might be a cuddly kitty in there somewhere... Just don't piss him off :)havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-76031129764270800082011-10-10T15:30:00.001+08:002011-10-11T08:51:28.157+08:00Miko - 8 weeks old and fostered by Uncle FatfatOne of my favorite things about rescuing and fostering animals in need is watching Fatfat "pay it forward". Once upon a time, he was a tiny helpless infant kitten rescued from the clutches of evil people who were about to throw him away in a plastic bag like yesterday's garbage. Now he is the ultimate fosterer's assistant. He helps me raise the little orphans and teaches them the ways of the world. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYosaI-pIlY/TpKLB68EKXI/AAAAAAAABGU/fbLMooDgeRQ/s1600/300700_10150861737225593_878085592_21065675_913450944_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYosaI-pIlY/TpKLB68EKXI/AAAAAAAABGU/fbLMooDgeRQ/s400/300700_10150861737225593_878085592_21065675_913450944_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661740546675452274" border="0" /></a>Uncle Fatfat shares his pearls of wisdom with Miko.. She is an attentive student.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyhQM-e-sdc/TpKLCGhhH_I/AAAAAAAABGc/s5UFJUjw6PU/s1600/320956_10150861735875593_878085592_21065668_2100322775_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyhQM-e-sdc/TpKLCGhhH_I/AAAAAAAABGc/s5UFJUjw6PU/s400/320956_10150861735875593_878085592_21065668_2100322775_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661740549785329650" border="0" /></a>Well... She was attentive for about two seconds.. Then she decided it was time to be a little shit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1tjmRpx0J4/TpKLCYbg1QI/AAAAAAAABGs/pN6VPSCf11U/s1600/308600_10150861727420593_878085592_21065622_1395313786_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1tjmRpx0J4/TpKLCYbg1QI/AAAAAAAABGs/pN6VPSCf11U/s400/308600_10150861727420593_878085592_21065622_1395313786_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661740554591982850" border="0" /></a>Old cats need more rest while crazy kittens are wide-eyed and bushy-tailed :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LX5SCT8cSO0/TpKLCG9Fq1I/AAAAAAAABGk/1HWAVNrlLAk/s1600/300736_10150861730165593_878085592_21065635_178459150_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LX5SCT8cSO0/TpKLCG9Fq1I/AAAAAAAABGk/1HWAVNrlLAk/s400/300736_10150861730165593_878085592_21065635_178459150_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661740549900970834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_0hd_QIGVk/TpKLCY9_BlI/AAAAAAAABG0/LmlYOQuCLcY/s1600/319221_10150861731330593_878085592_21065640_1170507305_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_0hd_QIGVk/TpKLCY9_BlI/AAAAAAAABG0/LmlYOQuCLcY/s400/319221_10150861731330593_878085592_21065640_1170507305_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661740554736567890" border="0" /></a>Miko hunts the twitchy end of Uncle Fatfat's tail..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enPVRJg4OXQ/TpKMSUkdL2I/AAAAAAAABHE/OinmvwrBzZw/s1600/314474_10150861734255593_878085592_21065659_393768902_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enPVRJg4OXQ/TpKMSUkdL2I/AAAAAAAABHE/OinmvwrBzZw/s400/314474_10150861734255593_878085592_21065659_393768902_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661741927945285474" border="0" /></a>When he's had enough Uncle F decides its time to lay down the law. A firm paw ought to set this little girl straight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYNg5GnCs8s/TpKMSN5XwzI/AAAAAAAABG8/px-h8RlN2xU/s1600/303828_10150861733100593_878085592_21065651_348521911_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYNg5GnCs8s/TpKMSN5XwzI/AAAAAAAABG8/px-h8RlN2xU/s400/303828_10150861733100593_878085592_21065651_348521911_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661741926153962290" border="0" /></a>Or maybe not...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UarvnKwe04/TpKMSbwjHnI/AAAAAAAABHM/GH1Axbf4UcA/s1600/IMG-20111006-00171.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UarvnKwe04/TpKMSbwjHnI/AAAAAAAABHM/GH1Axbf4UcA/s400/IMG-20111006-00171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661741929875054194" border="0" /></a>Finally Miko's eyes begin to close..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjW-obDF9i0/TpKMSgbzKDI/AAAAAAAABHU/sC1nB_VJ0ng/s1600/305126_10150861798800593_878085592_21065894_166003697_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjW-obDF9i0/TpKMSgbzKDI/AAAAAAAABHU/sC1nB_VJ0ng/s400/305126_10150861798800593_878085592_21065894_166003697_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661741931130202162" border="0" /></a>Zzzzzz..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55OhBPnVJhQ/TpKMSrEz_5I/AAAAAAAABHc/l5vJyedUrUY/s1600/314728_10150861797810593_878085592_21065891_98265303_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55OhBPnVJhQ/TpKMSrEz_5I/AAAAAAAABHc/l5vJyedUrUY/s400/314728_10150861797810593_878085592_21065891_98265303_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661741933986578322" border="0" /></a>Good night worldhavetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-75608956627376360512011-09-28T12:19:00.010+08:002011-10-02T18:43:41.262+08:00Miko - 7 and a half weeks old, and FEMALE. Oops!Yes I camera-stalk the little tot. I'm soooo happy to finally have hand-rearing success! Miko is healthy, active, and out of the danger zone of the first few weeks. She knows how to eat and drink on her own. My work is done :)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTSUciqNItw/ToVx7bWifqI/AAAAAAAABF8/8NUOju_Ftes/s1600/IMG-20110918-00090.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTSUciqNItw/ToVx7bWifqI/AAAAAAAABF8/8NUOju_Ftes/s400/IMG-20110918-00090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658053772629409442" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3DM81dT--4/ToVx7bnCTTI/AAAAAAAABF0/L26YzZMX-Wo/s1600/IMG-20110918-00089.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3DM81dT--4/ToVx7bnCTTI/AAAAAAAABF0/L26YzZMX-Wo/s400/IMG-20110918-00089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658053772698602802" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFGqukCtAcg/ToVx72Id9hI/AAAAAAAABGM/nvpELOW3pq4/s1600/IMG-20110921-00092.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFGqukCtAcg/ToVx72Id9hI/AAAAAAAABGM/nvpELOW3pq4/s400/IMG-20110921-00092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658053779818149394" border="0" /></a>Miko likes to sit on feet :) No, that is not my leg. I am not an insanely hairy chick.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCRkUpjFcGA/ToVxAzQgKKI/AAAAAAAABFk/JZn1Ed9X1jI/s1600/IMG-20110929-00127.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCRkUpjFcGA/ToVxAzQgKKI/AAAAAAAABFk/JZn1Ed9X1jI/s400/IMG-20110929-00127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052765434259618" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ex0-rd5u8U0/ToVxAnlpxeI/AAAAAAAABFc/suAGFQY0dsI/s1600/IMG-20110929-00125.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ex0-rd5u8U0/ToVxAnlpxeI/AAAAAAAABFc/suAGFQY0dsI/s400/IMG-20110929-00125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052762301744610" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HExxL8JUnzI/ToVxAsCJCNI/AAAAAAAABFU/PcOr8DID1WI/s1600/IMG-20110929-00124.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HExxL8JUnzI/ToVxAsCJCNI/AAAAAAAABFU/PcOr8DID1WI/s400/IMG-20110929-00124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052763494975698" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzQYAfG7KdY/ToVxAfIrlHI/AAAAAAAABFM/bqrnJn8Z6oc/s1600/IMG-20110929-00121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzQYAfG7KdY/ToVxAfIrlHI/AAAAAAAABFM/bqrnJn8Z6oc/s400/IMG-20110929-00121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052760032744562" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf2vr0eML4k/ToVxBI9urWI/AAAAAAAABFs/9reo6-gj_j8/s1600/IMG-20110929-00128.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf2vr0eML4k/ToVxBI9urWI/AAAAAAAABFs/9reo6-gj_j8/s400/IMG-20110929-00128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052771261099362" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mw-FsPwKqrM/ToVwnWt5AYI/AAAAAAAABE8/JCnmF6__ldI/s1600/IMG-20110929-00118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mw-FsPwKqrM/ToVwnWt5AYI/AAAAAAAABE8/JCnmF6__ldI/s400/IMG-20110929-00118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052328276164994" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbBusEHC9bs/ToVwnB-CXjI/AAAAAAAABE0/SO4lz3h8jTA/s1600/IMG-20110928-00116.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbBusEHC9bs/ToVwnB-CXjI/AAAAAAAABE0/SO4lz3h8jTA/s400/IMG-20110928-00116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052322706742834" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTJTaMPWmCY/ToVwnLzlK_I/AAAAAAAABEs/HfZ4xanhHPY/s1600/IMG-20110928-00115.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTJTaMPWmCY/ToVwnLzlK_I/AAAAAAAABEs/HfZ4xanhHPY/s400/IMG-20110928-00115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052325347240946" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4wK6trykos/ToVwm3uSkCI/AAAAAAAABEk/h2Ml8eIZ2-E/s1600/IMG-20110928-00114.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4wK6trykos/ToVwm3uSkCI/AAAAAAAABEk/h2Ml8eIZ2-E/s400/IMG-20110928-00114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052319956340770" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2Mvhg9WtPI/ToVwnvB_krI/AAAAAAAABFE/GNpUA56oJD4/s1600/IMG-20110929-00121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2Mvhg9WtPI/ToVwnvB_krI/AAAAAAAABFE/GNpUA56oJD4/s400/IMG-20110929-00121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658052334802932402" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHKDY21uYPk/ToKinNvBjRI/AAAAAAAABEM/y8aGKdGxpJE/s1600/IMG-20110924-00106.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHKDY21uYPk/ToKinNvBjRI/AAAAAAAABEM/y8aGKdGxpJE/s400/IMG-20110924-00106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657262876516257042" border="0" /></a><br />Miko and Tamago finally share a bed.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLGuVbjVLe4/ToKgkj06qwI/AAAAAAAABEE/NBq6hdib8eg/s1600/332310_10150840405380593_878085592_20921366_1943070065_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLGuVbjVLe4/ToKgkj06qwI/AAAAAAAABEE/NBq6hdib8eg/s400/332310_10150840405380593_878085592_20921366_1943070065_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657260631883688706" border="0" /></a><br />The cutest little thing! Hand-reared SUCCESS!! WOOHOO!!! WHO ROCKS?? I SO FREAKING DO!! YESSSSSS!!!!!!! *fist pumps in the air*havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-5618386238956798022011-09-12T15:00:00.019+08:002011-09-12T23:42:00.371+08:00Tabatha's been adopted and other updates...Its been an interesting couple of weeks in my animal kingdom. Tabatha was adopted last saturday morning by a nice family while she was in the cattery at SPCA Selangor. She is ready for spaying in a couple of weeks so she will be back for that. We all really miss her. She has a larger than life personality and my apartment feels wayyyyy too peaceful now.<br /><br />Miko is able to do his business on his own now and has a litter box which he diligently uses. He totters around on shaky little legs and invades Tamago's bed. His teeth have grown in and he can eat canned kitten food or moistened kibble although he still prefers his milk bottle. He doesn't know how to drink water so I've had to force him to drink water through a syringe. I hope he will be ready for adoption to a good home in about 6 weeks.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASVj7dfiPVY/Tm3ECp2yLiI/AAAAAAAABDk/J0S8tqIp3sA/s1600/316560_10150798439190593_878085592_20604783_2682801_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASVj7dfiPVY/Tm3ECp2yLiI/AAAAAAAABDk/J0S8tqIp3sA/s400/316560_10150798439190593_878085592_20604783_2682801_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651388657294257698" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWmz3GOrhos/Tm3D8AslzJI/AAAAAAAABDc/xB3Bjc2dzC4/s1600/313548_10150798432875593_878085592_20604696_8289508_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWmz3GOrhos/Tm3D8AslzJI/AAAAAAAABDc/xB3Bjc2dzC4/s400/313548_10150798432875593_878085592_20604696_8289508_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651388543166434450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I didn't mention this before but Noel was adopted a few weeks ago. Yay for him! He was adopted by a nice young lady who has another little kitten.<br /><br />Spike is adjusting to life without Tony Montana. It's only been about 5 weeks since Tony Montana passed away and he is so deeply missed. It is a great comfort to us that he died peacefully at home of natural causes. Spike's dad and I have been showering him with gifts of toys and treats and plenty of loving. He's never been an only dog before and I think he is quite lonely now. Spike and I will have this whole Friday together though because its a public holiday and Spike and I will be working at the SPCA booth at an event in Bangsar. It'll be a nice outing for me and my pooch.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3x9jsK_56M/Tm3JC6bTBkI/AAAAAAAABD0/2TO9fPw0Cjw/s1600/23658_10150095961575593_878085592_11136529_6760007_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3x9jsK_56M/Tm3JC6bTBkI/AAAAAAAABD0/2TO9fPw0Cjw/s400/23658_10150095961575593_878085592_11136529_6760007_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651394159300511298" border="0" /></a>Tony M loved his car rides. He loved watching the world. I miss him.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujP5OldbR70/Tm3JCuVXdPI/AAAAAAAABDs/0M3NNV2iaEE/s1600/23658_10150095961565593_878085592_11136528_5171910_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujP5OldbR70/Tm3JCuVXdPI/AAAAAAAABDs/0M3NNV2iaEE/s400/23658_10150095961565593_878085592_11136528_5171910_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651394156054410482" border="0" /></a>One of the few pics of me with both Spike and Tony.. Tony was sniffing something.. oh well..<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yYpSHpEGrI/Tm3D2o7x3lI/AAAAAAAABDU/U1bNgNZ86KA/s1600/308036_10150773690650593_878085592_20313180_5560629_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yYpSHpEGrI/Tm3D2o7x3lI/AAAAAAAABDU/U1bNgNZ86KA/s400/308036_10150773690650593_878085592_20313180_5560629_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651388450888343122" border="0" /></a>Me and Spike at my last visit.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OfuNh9BKeLM/Tm3DkByYGrI/AAAAAAAABDE/J3n1iy5EN20/s1600/307696_10150773683860593_878085592_20313115_3716231_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OfuNh9BKeLM/Tm3DkByYGrI/AAAAAAAABDE/J3n1iy5EN20/s400/307696_10150773683860593_878085592_20313115_3716231_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651388131142277810" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpFB-r86sVM/Tm3DgGccP0I/AAAAAAAABC8/aTICzaTZUJQ/s1600/302970_10150773684305593_878085592_20313123_8002152_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpFB-r86sVM/Tm3DgGccP0I/AAAAAAAABC8/aTICzaTZUJQ/s400/302970_10150773684305593_878085592_20313123_8002152_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651388063672975170" border="0" /></a>Spike and his dad.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCT7IUGsDX4/Tm3DbJ2PmwI/AAAAAAAABC0/MCS58wbpYwU/s1600/293974_10150762188690593_878085592_20162865_6860251_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCT7IUGsDX4/Tm3DbJ2PmwI/AAAAAAAABC0/MCS58wbpYwU/s400/293974_10150762188690593_878085592_20162865_6860251_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651387978687159042" border="0" /></a>Toys can't replace Tony but we hope to distract Spike from his loss.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fl0fh37tLnU/Tm3DEVEPHrI/AAAAAAAABCk/_L4kAHkSl68/s1600/293691_10150762460445593_878085592_20165868_3414858_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fl0fh37tLnU/Tm3DEVEPHrI/AAAAAAAABCk/_L4kAHkSl68/s400/293691_10150762460445593_878085592_20165868_3414858_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651387586561646258" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5D0YNNyK-w/Tm3CtKB7ffI/AAAAAAAABCc/pHtKP-PwEf8/s1600/293234_10150773684580593_878085592_20313126_1023671_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5D0YNNyK-w/Tm3CtKB7ffI/AAAAAAAABCc/pHtKP-PwEf8/s400/293234_10150773684580593_878085592_20313126_1023671_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651387188462190066" border="0" /></a><br />Tomorrow is the first anniversary of Molly's death. I can't believe its been a year. It still hurts so much. I miss her everyday and I think about how happy she was when we were all still together. One big happy family. Then I think about all she went through and how miserable she was at the end and I feel sick and my heart aches. I feel a tightening in my chest that can only be the pain of loss and guilt. i have to say this, i care, i care a lot about all these animals but i wish i didn't anymore. i don't want to. i can't stand it when things don't work out.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57CqnI68-eI/Tm3JCwI-XNI/AAAAAAAABD8/VJ0VqxCr8Bc/s1600/23658_10150095961850593_878085592_11136565_7129184_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57CqnI68-eI/Tm3JCwI-XNI/AAAAAAAABD8/VJ0VqxCr8Bc/s400/23658_10150095961850593_878085592_11136565_7129184_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651394156539305170" border="0" /></a><br />Molly's smile.havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-90436251672099349102011-08-27T16:31:00.003+08:002011-08-29T15:46:17.475+08:00Uncle FatFat still fosters kittens.Yes even big 6 month old kittens like Tabatha... Its hard for these young ones to grow up when Uncle FatFat is so maternal, patient, and accommodating. Who needs a female foster cat when Uncle FatFat is the best mother of them all :)
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<br />havetailwillwaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07490817684636706197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324518344704729429.post-77240744301146281282011-08-23T21:29:00.002+08:002011-08-23T21:43:46.502+08:00Munchkin Miko - Day 15 of Hand-rearing<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrgTdSy-Iqc/TlOt1QHHSJI/AAAAAAAABBY/tHrQCJPyiaQ/s1600/IMG-20110823-00062.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrgTdSy-Iqc/TlOt1QHHSJI/AAAAAAAABBY/tHrQCJPyiaQ/s400/IMG-20110823-00062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644045888394840210" /></a>
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