It's been 7 months now.
I had long pondered what to do with my blog - shut it down for good or renew writing on it?
Nah...
I don't want to keep going cos i have lost my funny mojo since MeowMeow passed away.
But I don't have the heart to delete this blog into oblivion either.
Cos sometimes I come back to read it and reminisce the good old times.
7 months felt like 10 years.
And somehow today, I felt the compulsion to sweep off the virtual cobwebs on my blog to pen down something.
Poppy's still fine despite certain deterioration in his latest blood test.
I don't send him to the vet anymore for urine samples.
I decided to let him enjoy.
Everyday is a blessing to see him breathing, despite the imminent dark cloud hovering nearby.
I didn't want another cat but somehow, one fell onto my lap.
Her name is Le Poo.
Funny thing is that when MeowMeow passed away, we decided to get a calendar and mark the days Poppy poo-ed.
So that we would be able to track if he has regular bowel movements, just to check for signs of health deterioration due to his kidneys. Previously, we didn't know whose poo it was.
So we had this calendar with a square for each day and we would write 'poo' on each square when we saw poo in the litter box.
It's so amusing that if you write poo too often on a calendar, poo actually comes.
She was a 3 months old kitten waiting for me in the basement of my office carpark in July.
It was already late about 10 something and there were about 4-5 cars in the vicinity.
I heard this mewing sound which got louder as I approached my car.
And this little calico fluff came out from under my car to greet me.
Till today, I can't think of what came to my mind that night.
Perhaps I thought it was weird, for 4 years, no cat has ever got lost in the carpark.
I think it also crossed my mind to quickly scoop the kitty up and get into the car and lock the doors before i inspected her. I was afraid of murderers, rapists lurking in the corner, using an animal to distract innocent victims.
I knew I couldn't leave the kitten there. It was almost an immediate reaction to call daddy meow, telling him I found a lost kitten and I am bringing her home.
To house her there whilst I find a home for her.
I didn't want a cat anymore.
I was afraid of another heartbreak.
See, animals have the innate ability to make u love them so much but then they go off to heaven faster, leaving u all empty and sad.
I always wonder how some friends can have 5 dogs at one go. Wouldn't it be 5 times the heartbreak?
I knew my heart couldn't stand another round.
This is a person who goes to SPCA and ends up in tears when she sees animals in cages, unloved and unwanted, wishing she could bring home all of them.
I went to the pet shop opposite my office (thank god it was open late) and bought the kitty a cushion, kitten food and separate litter box.
Store people were gushing over how lucky this kitty was and all I did was gave them a wry smile.
Back at home, Poppy hissed at this new fluff while I explained to daddy meow that we had to find a home for it soon.
"But she's quite cute..." he said slowly, looking at the fluff.
Cut the long story short, I couldn't find a home for it.
And daddy meow seemed to want her to stay.
He said it is MeowMeow who's come back home.
Even then, in the first month, I didn't really want to accept that this kitten is now ours.
It wasn't MeowMeow to me.
If it was, it would have been an orange male kitten with a white bib on the chest.
This is a she cat, with 3 colours.
But she's now home. With us.
Much later, daddy meow told me something.
He said the night before I brought this kitten home, he had dreamed of MeowMeow.
I didn't know what to think of it.
Coincidence?
Nah...
I don't want to keep going cos i have lost my funny mojo since MeowMeow passed away.
But I don't have the heart to delete this blog into oblivion either.
Cos sometimes I come back to read it and reminisce the good old times.
7 months felt like 10 years.
And somehow today, I felt the compulsion to sweep off the virtual cobwebs on my blog to pen down something.
Poppy's still fine despite certain deterioration in his latest blood test.
I don't send him to the vet anymore for urine samples.
I decided to let him enjoy.
Everyday is a blessing to see him breathing, despite the imminent dark cloud hovering nearby.
I didn't want another cat but somehow, one fell onto my lap.
Her name is Le Poo.
Funny thing is that when MeowMeow passed away, we decided to get a calendar and mark the days Poppy poo-ed.
So that we would be able to track if he has regular bowel movements, just to check for signs of health deterioration due to his kidneys. Previously, we didn't know whose poo it was.
So we had this calendar with a square for each day and we would write 'poo' on each square when we saw poo in the litter box.
It's so amusing that if you write poo too often on a calendar, poo actually comes.
She was a 3 months old kitten waiting for me in the basement of my office carpark in July.
It was already late about 10 something and there were about 4-5 cars in the vicinity.
I heard this mewing sound which got louder as I approached my car.
And this little calico fluff came out from under my car to greet me.
Till today, I can't think of what came to my mind that night.
Perhaps I thought it was weird, for 4 years, no cat has ever got lost in the carpark.
I think it also crossed my mind to quickly scoop the kitty up and get into the car and lock the doors before i inspected her. I was afraid of murderers, rapists lurking in the corner, using an animal to distract innocent victims.
I knew I couldn't leave the kitten there. It was almost an immediate reaction to call daddy meow, telling him I found a lost kitten and I am bringing her home.
To house her there whilst I find a home for her.
I didn't want a cat anymore.
I was afraid of another heartbreak.
See, animals have the innate ability to make u love them so much but then they go off to heaven faster, leaving u all empty and sad.
I always wonder how some friends can have 5 dogs at one go. Wouldn't it be 5 times the heartbreak?
I knew my heart couldn't stand another round.
This is a person who goes to SPCA and ends up in tears when she sees animals in cages, unloved and unwanted, wishing she could bring home all of them.
I went to the pet shop opposite my office (thank god it was open late) and bought the kitty a cushion, kitten food and separate litter box.
Store people were gushing over how lucky this kitty was and all I did was gave them a wry smile.
Back at home, Poppy hissed at this new fluff while I explained to daddy meow that we had to find a home for it soon.
"But she's quite cute..." he said slowly, looking at the fluff.
Cut the long story short, I couldn't find a home for it.
And daddy meow seemed to want her to stay.
He said it is MeowMeow who's come back home.
Even then, in the first month, I didn't really want to accept that this kitten is now ours.
It wasn't MeowMeow to me.
If it was, it would have been an orange male kitten with a white bib on the chest.
This is a she cat, with 3 colours.
But she's now home. With us.
Much later, daddy meow told me something.
He said the night before I brought this kitten home, he had dreamed of MeowMeow.
I didn't know what to think of it.
Coincidence?
This is Le Poo.
U write poo too many times on a calendar, u really get Poo.
I should have wrote $$$ instead.
U write poo too many times on a calendar, u really get Poo.
I should have wrote $$$ instead.
She also likes to sleep on daddy meow's belly.And sits like a human too.
Notice the stumpy tail that looks like MeowMeow's.
She's so naughty that I have to take 'naughty' off Poppy's name and give it to her.
She even sleeps like MeowMeow.Poppy bear never sleeps like this.
Recently I told my brother about Le Poo and how I didn't want to keep her initially.
He said "Why? It took MeowMeow 7 months to apply back home"
My dad said it's fated.
I call her poo-poo.
So now, here I am today, a little bit happier even though I still miss MeowMeow a lot.
No job, no MeowMeow, but I have Poppy and Le Poo, and lotsa catching up time.
Hope 2010 will be better than 2009.
And I love u my orange fella.
Perhaps soon I can take out my Anya bag again.
