talk about dysfunctional. there are 8 members in this family. 2 won't sit. 1 won't share. 1 doesn't get enough sun. 2 tear at each other on sight. the woman won't stop. the man has no clue. welcome to my family.
this little girl is making herself quite irresistable and the man and woman keeps putting off putting her back on the streets though her little incision is healing quite well. they say it is the rain, but...
courting couple parts with a tiff before their big surgery. they are joined by Chaplin and a surly ginger tom who wears his battle scars as aristocracy. ginger tom is certainly NOT happy to be losing the pride of his malehood and protested by escaping his cage with just enough time to pee on man's freshly laundered shirt.
incidentally, most similar 'accidents' in the past year have occurred on man's shirts...
on the way to pick the convalescents up, the woman interrupts comic cat - Bug Eye - in mid lick. do you see a resemblance??
man picked Tigger up from the nearby kopitiam. she was jumping on people's laps and getting a smacking for it. good for her she found the man's lap and got to join the animal family for a day. we had several potential adopters for a full tigger striped kitty so off she has gone for a home trial today. we hope you like it there!
in the meantime, Blackie, Chaplin and the Paws make themselves even more at home...
thanks peoples for still visiting even though we over at the animal family have been very disorganised lately and can't quite get anything worthwhile done including updating this blog.
everyone's well, including Blackie, the Paws and Chaplin... who are still here! there were a few interested parties but they ended up picking other kitties on the adoption pages over the little rascals.
but life goes on in the animal family, one kindred day at a time.
Blackie misses her step and ends up in a cast, so she's been wobbling around on one pencil arm and one sumo arm. but it didn't take long for her to rejoin the others on their nightly capers. usually involving a pink ball with a bell inside at 5am in the morning...
last night, a pack of stray dogs attacked and mauled Kaliki, one of our favourite neighbourhood strays. the man and woman rushed down but it was too late, her neck was already broken.
this morning, the woman informed the feeder and found out that not one but two cats were attacked. the other one did not make it either. it was a blow to the malay family who has been looking after the cats and had gotten them sterilised earlier in the year.
goodbye Kaliki. we will miss your small squinty face and dishevelled orange black hair. a rocker chick at heart who always greeted the man and woman when they come home from atop the malay family's motorbike.
when the man and woman and a neighbour were attending to Kaliki last night, the police came round in response to a complaint about the noise. they said they had called ahead for the dogs to be rounded up and put down. at the end of the day, they just wanted to be fed and Kaliki just wanted a safe place to sprawl and watch the world go by.
we curled round the sofa for the usual tuesday 10pm crime night but got stories of love instead. quite unexpectedly, it blew us all away. poignant, gritty, local and beautiful.
its a breath of fresh air after all that S2006 has come to stand for. overnight potted blooms, gift-wrapped trees, sparkling lobbies and a campaign to smile. even as a lower form of being on this, our, soil, i am starting to think we need all this effort because if cold hard efficiency is all we got, that's all we got.
stories of love warms my fuzzy belly. amidst this machinery of precision, great personal drama can thrive.
sorry delegates, you won't quite get to know who we really are. but razzle dazzle you we will certainly do, so don't leave that credit card at home.