Miko - 8 weeks old and fostered by Uncle Fatfat

One 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.

Uncle Fatfat shares his pearls of wisdom with Miko.. She is an attentive student.

Well... She was attentive for about two seconds.. Then she decided it was time to be a little shit.

Old cats need more rest while crazy kittens are wide-eyed and bushy-tailed :)



Miko hunts the twitchy end of Uncle Fatfat's tail..

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.

Or maybe not...

Finally Miko's eyes begin to close..

Zzzzzz..

Good night world

Uncle 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 :)

Mr Orange has been adopted and other ramblings..

Mr Orange went to his new home on Thursday night. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sad. I'm always sad when a foster leaves me. Can't help getting attached to the twerps no matter how many times I remind myself to maintain an emotional distance from them. It doesn't matter how many have passed through my doors, I've loved them all and it does hurt when they go. It didn't help that Fatfat gave Mr O a few affectionate paternal licks as Mr O's new dad and I talked about old times when we used to work together and caught up over a quick ciggy. Even Mr O's dad felt a little sad about separating them but I assured him that Fatfat does that with all my fosters and he'd be just fine which is true! He's fine.

So my next project is rescuing my friend one-eyed Jack Manfred Sparrow. Why is he always around when I've got my hands full but MIA when I'm foster-free?

Another ongoing project is Cricket the German Shephered mixed breed dog I've been feeding for AGESSSSS now. I think I wrote about her a few weeks ago. She's still scared of me but I've found out that others in the neighborhood have been feeding her and now one of the neighbors has said that if Cricket can be rescued and spayed, he would gladly have her live on his farm outside the city. He happens to have a dog in his home now that looks exactly like Cricket and in fact the first time he saw her, he thought that his own dog had run out the gate. My dad is going to talk to another neighbor across the street about allowing me to catch Cricket in their compound because Cricket sometimes wanders into their yard to play with their dog. If they cooperate with me, and let me know when she's in there, they can close the gate, and I can safely feed her food laced with tranquilizers knowing that she can't wander off and get hit by a car. I could then immediately bring her furry butt to the vet. Let's hope all these things fall into place for Cricket. She's such a sweetie, just scared.

I wanna say something funny and obnoxious.. Mmmm... Yeah. I've got nothing.

For Adoption - Evelyn Sophia (Evie)

Isn't she a cute little booger?

Doing a handstand over her bowl of kibble

Checking herself out in the mirror..

Umm.. yes i do have the twilight series. Dont judge me!

Getting some TLC from uncle fat fat.

Being a cheeky monkey..

Testing uncle fat fat's patience..

Finally, surrendering..

Held down and forcefully groomed.. uncle fat fat likes his foster kittens CLEAN.

Won't someone give this little tyke a loving home?

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.

fatfat

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

A few sweet moments...

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

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

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

Division of Furkids, Separation of Molly & Conan

I've had to make some tough decisions lately what with being unemployed and breaking up with my longterm dude and having to find a new little place to live by myself.. I have to downsize drastically and will probably be living in an apartment soon. No more house with big yard for me and the pets. i can't afford all that.. and sadly i can't afford all of the pets either.. So Conan might be joining Luckytoes Midnight in Cameron Highlands. Luckytoes Midnight's adopter S, has expressed interest in adopting Conan as well.

Now, those of you who have been following the adventures of Molly and Conan know that I never intended to separate them. It was always the most important thing to me that Molly and Conan be adopted together.. But after fostering them for almost a year and half, well i just don't have any hope for that anymore. No one has wanted to adopt them together. And now i can't really be so picky about that. I have to take good adopters when they come and i think i have a good one for Conan now.

I'm sure some of you are wondering if molly and conan will be ok without each other. I can honestly say that conan will be just peachy. he weaned himself off molly's attentions a long time ago. he has become a cat in every sense of the word and now sees molly more as a nuisance than anything else. this is mostly due to molly's habit of picking him up by the scruff of his neck and running around the house with him dangling and swaying madly from her jaws. what was fun when he was a baby is now kinda painful. he's a fatty.

So, will Molly be ok without Conan? Now that i can't absolutely guarantee. She will notice he's gone. She does see him as a playmate, or as a plaything i suppose.. whatever it is, she is very aware of him even if he's just something to chase around the house. So yes i'm torn. I haven't totally made up my mind yet but my cousins and my brother and i are heading to cameron highlands this saturday the 19th to bring luckytoes midnight to her new home. will we be bringing conan with us? this is one of the toughest rehoming decisions i will ever have to make. its awful. i really thought someone would see the charm in having both molly and conan.. the little mismatched pair of three-legged dog and her little cat both in matching coat colors. but right now i don't even know what i will do with molly when i have to move out of this house. apartments here don't allow dogs and molly is a barker.

anyway it looks like after the division and rehoming of pets.. i will be left with 4 cats, fatfat, oscar the grouch (the girl), sparks and daisy mama cat.
my ex will have our two male dogs, tony montana and spike, and his cat coco.
molly will have to be rehomed and we are looking for a home for her now. i must have regular visitation rights and if money is a problem i will sponsor all molly's food, veterinary bills, treats, and toys for the rest of her life. I love that dog and i am heartbroken.

after all this is done i don't think i will be rescuing and fostering anymore. it's over.

Fat Fat & Sparks.. Feline love

Permanent residents Fat Fat and Sparks are in love.. 3 years ago, Sparks was found in a bathroom as a little baby.. I was only supposed to foster him until he found a permanent home..
But since he and Fat Fat became so close, I couldn't bear the thought of separating them.
I don't regret keeping Sparks for a second! These two boys have never ever had a fight and they are incredibly close to this day.

Dilemma - Luckytoes Midnight

Someone has offered to give Luckytoes Midnight a home if no one else wants her. I'm always a little unsure about 'last resort' homes. I appreciate the offers.. but i want my fosters to be adopted because they are truly, deeply wanted. Get what i mean? I don't want someone to take her on just because they don't mind feeding another cat. I want someone to WANT her. So she's more than 6 months old now and was spayed a couple of weeks ago. I have been fostering her since october of last year. What I want to know is, should i hold on to her and hope that someone will come along and want Lucks for how special she is? But then the longer Lucks is with me and the rest, the harder it will be for her to settle into a new home later.. or should i just go ahead and take the offer and check on her often? I don't know.. Its a good home, not a bad home, but just not exactly what i had in mind. Advice please? Thanks.

Below, some photos taken over the weekend of Luckytoes Midnight, and her foster father FatFat.

ok, who cut cheese? me or that furry creature over there?

My family is very comfortable with the subject of farting and taking shits. Our dinner table conversations always start off well with debates about politics, religion, animal welfare, even philosophy!! We like to think that we're a well-read and enlightened bunch. Once we're done feeling how super and awesomely correct we are or after one of us gets a full tummy, things begin to deteriorate rapidly. We'll start talking about stomach problems, gas, poop and everything associated with poop, and, this is creepy, ways to get away with murdering people we hate. how to murder animal haters basically.. Then because we all have really high metabolisms, its guaranteed that one of us will have to take a crap IMMEDIATELY after dinner. Then there's no "excuse me, i've got to use the little girls room".. its always "oh i need to take a dump" or "omg i need to shit so bad i think i'm turtling.." and the very politically incorrect "i've got to drop some bombs over hiroshima".. i can go on all day..

after the deed is done, there is always a report on what a huge relief it was.. sometimes followed by a description of its other qualities. we're very classy people. LOL. good thing i don't have my name on this blog, coz my mum would just kill me if she read this post. oh i must point out, that if we have company, we do try not to go overboard talking too much about our bowel movements.. an occasional reminder is appreciated though. many a dinner guest has found us very odd indeed.

anyway, i've been reading Life With Dogs super hilarious posts about dog farts and they got me thinking.. what's the fart etiquette like with me and my fur family? Do we all have the same open "everybody shits so why be bothered by it" attitude? megan fox shits.. robert pattinson shits.. hell, everyone i think is hot shits and farts. its nothing to be ashamed of. so i've always assumed that my darling dogs, tony, spike, and practically permanent foster dog molly, felt the same way...

oh boy have i been wrong about that. they are not ok with it at all. i just realized that there is an elaborate fart-hiding plot afoot at my home and all the deceitful little monsters are in on it. worse still, i am the unsuspecting dumbass scapegoat in their nasty little conspiracy.

i don't get to blame farts on my dogs... they blame farts on ME. no they don't do it verbally of course.. they're a lot sneakier than that. their betrayal and blame is much more subtle.. its all in the direction of their cold, wet noses.. below, a couple of examples of how they blame all farts on me:

INCIDENT #1 - Perp: Spike, Spootie, Spootata, Spotato, or should i say Mr Sneaky Fart-Pants?
It was a quiet, cool night and we were sitting together on the bench in the yard. Just the two of us contentedly enjoying each others presence.. It was a rare moment without all the other pets around. I felt such inner peace. Little did i know that my beloved pooch was about to betray me. As we looked out into the darkness i suddenly heard a soft, drawn-out cushioned hiss. A foul stench as if someone had eaten cheese, pickles, boiled cabbage, rotten eggs, onions, AND the remains of a decomposing skunk blasted all breathable air out of the atmosphere. I looked at Spike, horrified yet strangely impressed that such a short dog could produce such a potent biological weapon out of his ass. he looked at me accusingly. I said "what are you looking at? that didn't come from my butt" but his facial expression (fake! he's a bad actor) as he sniffed me clearly said "DAMN GIRL! LAY OFF THE FRIJOLES!"
You see? He tried to frame me!! Why else would he sniff me after HE farted? After sniffing me, he turned and sniffed his own butt for authenticity (he's quite flexible.. long body!) then he sniffed me again.. as if to show any onlookers that he had been kind enough to check himself but had again come to the conclusion that i was the source of the fart.

INCIDENT #2 to infinity - Perp: Molly Sue, Little Miss Gassy-not-Classy.
Here's a little something that happens almost every night as we sit on the couch together watching tv. A toxic breeze will flow through the room.. It will carry hints of meat decomposition, really old cheese, cauliflower, and curry. Is it me or is it molly? truth be told, it could be either of us, though usually her.. we would've both already had dinner.. the thing is, no matter who farted, molly will ALWAYS sniff my butt first. what the hell? can't she feel the farts come out of her ass? and when it IS her, why on earth is she sniffing me??? the fart smell always attracts Maddie who is usually lying down on the floor at the couch.. she'll get up and then guess what she does? she'll sniff MY butt too!!

Molly and Spike discuss how to embarrass me.

oh wow this is a really long post and its just about fart. told you i can really go on about it..

so far tony montana has NEVER betrayed me this way. he is truly a loyal little pooch. he territorially pisses on everything, but at least he doesn't try to blame me for that.
"Keep bringing on the giant meat treats and i'll always be on your side."

as for the cats.. only one of them has ever had gas and of course its fatfat. not his fault though. we went to college together after all.. we ate all kinds of junk. i hardly ate anything with any nutritional value. same goes for fatfat.. the poor thing spent his kittenhood eating really cheapo cat kibble, cheese, scrambled eggs, ice cream, campbell soup, and if he was lucky, tuna spread. so yes, he had gas. he farted a lot. really bad farts.. the type that linger.. i think i must've had the same type of farts since we had the same diet. we reveled in our grossness together. no fingers or paws were ever pointed at one another. i miss college with my kitty. he doesn't fart anymore.

*BURP* oh excuse meeeee
dammit, does this outfit make me look fat?
ughhh i feel bloated...