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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Adoption - Silas

Here's Silas the night he was rescued. Super dirty, sticky, and oily too for some reason...






Silas was found on the 24th of August in Solaris Mont Kiara as he lay by the roadside staring into a drain. He is available for immediate adoption to a good home.

He is about 3 months old, has a full white coat, a long tail, and pretty blue eyes. He is vocal, extremely affectionate and playful. Knows how to use the litter box. Gets along with other cats. Eats dry or wet food. He has been dewormed and frontlined. Neutering at 6 months and vaccinations are compulsory for adoption.

Message me to set up a meeting with Silas.

Below, the morning after a warm bath and tummy-busting meals.

Molly's 3rd orientation session with Az and new foster kitten Silas!

Molly and Az continue to make progress. We don't have much time left for her to get comfortable with him, but I'm sure that Az's patience will pay off. They had their third orientation session yesterday. The first two times that Az came over, Molly ran to her room and hid in a corner and had to be carried out. Yesterday, she didn't run to her room at all. She did bark warnings at him as usual and was still spooked by sudden movements and sounds but she sat much closer to him, readily took treats from his hand and even allowed him to briefly touch her head and face a few times. She was still a little wary of his hands (perhaps because of past abuse?) but was comfortable allowing him to touch her with his feet... Yes, feet. She was not at all afraid of his feet. She sniffed them thoroughly and allowed him to massage her with his toes. Isn't that odd? Now how do we get to that same level of comfort with his hands?

Also, I have a new foster kitten. M2 and I found him last night near Bestari in Solaris Mont Kiara. He was lying down on his stomach by the roadside, peering so intently into the drain that he didn't even seem to notice when I drove right up to him, got out of the car, stood right behind him and picked him up. He only started meowing fearfully once he was in the carrier. He is about 3 to 3 and a half months old. He has a full white coat, a long tail, and blue eyes. Once I got him home and set him up with a litter box and food and water in the spare bathroom he lost his fear and became very affectionate and sweet. After eating he immediately used the litter box without coaxing and climbed up onto my lap for a cuddle. What a cutie patootie! He was sooooo dirty he looked like a grey kitten. He was oily and smelly too. Once he's properly cleaned and groomed I'll upload some photos. I think finding him a home will be easy. Who doesn't love pure white cats with blue eyes? Precious! M2 has named him Silas. Perfect!