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Monday, May 28, 2012

An Early Morning Present

Today, I woke up to a crime scene.

There were bits of feathers on the bed. I got up, went to the living room, and to my horror, there were more feathers - everywhere! On a corner lies a poor dead bird. I got freaked out and screamed! The six of them were just sitting still, with their guilty faces staring at me. I'm pretty sure that my huntress, Sylvia, was the one who did it. And based on my initial investigation (that is by just scanning the whole living room from my bedroom door) after killing (or immobilizing) the poor thing (I hope it died quickly), it was thrown to Lotto and van resulting to scattered feathers, then Pan joined the party. I doubt that Nishi and Patterick have something to do with it. They are far more civilized than the rest.

I was like a child that the first thing I did was to call my husband and cry out of disgust and feeling sorry for the little thing. I didn't dare to touch it, not even get a closer look - because every time I try, I just can't pull myself together. I was really thirsty, but the body was close to the fridge, and I can't get near the fridge without seeing its lifeless body laying on the floor. I felt like an idiot walking to the fridge, covering my left eye so that I would see it from my peripheral vision. Yes, I have heard stories about cats killing birds and bringing it home as a present. But I never thought they would do this to me! I live in a condo! How the hell did they manage to catch the poor thing. And for the life I spent in this condo, not once a bird flew in. So it must just be Sylvia, who caught it from the outer balcony where she always escapes to. This leads me to my next fear - that Sylvia has caught a bird once, and she'll do it again. It is dangerous to chase a bird in a building, unless she can fly :(. I'm afraid that she might fall off the building the next time she attempts to catch another.

What's weird is that I can clean up cat shit, but not pick up a dead bird. I spent a good 20 minutes to think how I can clean up and dispose of the body. And there, I decided to call up the lobby and asked a maintenance guy to come up and pick up the dead bird. He probably was laughing in his head while he picked up the bird because I was holding my ears while he did that.

I really wish I have the guts to take a picture of it. God I'm so lame!

And I hope it's the last. I don't enjoy seeing dead animals, specially in my house.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Visiting My Adopted Rescues

I spent the Sunday with good friends and lots of cats. We sent off Gerry's newest rescue to his new home - which was also the home of my 8 other rescues, so it was a great opportunity to pay them a visit. Four of my rescues are still in the house, while the other four are already living in the farm enjoying the sun, trees and grass. Although they hardly remember me now, I was very pleased to see them big, strong and happy cats. Here are a few photos I took.

Anton - photo op at The Animal House veterinary clinic parking space after collecting Mandy, the newest rescue.

Mandy, the cat that was rescued trapped on an island in a very busy fly-over, passed out and badly dehydrated under the scorching summer heat. He could have died from the heat itself or  from getting run over if Gerry didn't take him. He's  been dewormed and had his flees treatment. We have to wait for at least 3 days to give him a bath and finally remove all the street filth in his coat. Bless your heart Gerrybell!
Freddie (orange) and Clark (white and gray) were my rescues last year. Soon they will be sent off to the farm, enjoy more freedom and live with the other rescues. I heard my sweet Freddie is now a bully to another cat :P. But him and Clark are still the best of friends, brothers loving each other all the time. In the photo, they climbed all the way up to the ceiling trying to get away from me. They hardly remember me now, but still happy to see that they have grown to a healthy, happy cats, in a home filling them with love and care. If you want to see how they used to look like, check this link for Freddie and this for Clark.

Another kitty reaching the top of the ceiling trying to escape us!

Remember George?

Jumpy, our accidental rescue. She was seen to jump from the 5th floor of our building and caught by our security personnel thinking it was mine and has escaped. She probably went through the parking and led herself all the way up to the 5th floor.  When I said she's not mine, the guards were  going to send her out and I just felt bad because it was raining so I took her in. She was feral as hell, have been bitten and scratched by her several times. But I didn't have the heart to give up on her, so I asked Ann a favor if she can be sent to the farm instead, where she can freely live with other cats and can seclude herself if she doesn't feel like socializing with humans. Today, she's still doesn't like humans, but she doesn't scratch nor bite anymore :).

Anton have a soft spot for orange cats. His baby cat Tangerine is currently fighting for his life against FIP. This little guy he's cuddling with also have a condition and is continuously fighting against FIV. He's coping up and hanging on. Meeting him made us feel more positive about Tangerine, that he can eventually live a normal life even with his condition :).  Oh, I love Anton's colorful hair!

This is Gerry, our cult leader (hahaha!). One of the few people I admire. She has the biggest heart for animals in need.

Playing with Chasie, the white adorable cat bullied by everyone. Well you can't blame the cats. Chasie was said to not eat regular cat food. She like her human food (rice + fish). And maybe, since she doesn't benefit from the kibbles, she pees on them. This infuriates the rest of the cat gang.

Good friends + visit to the rescues = well spent Sunday.