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.
neo23 here is a refugee from Hwa Chong School who is in danger of being trapped and sent to AVA. she has a sibling that is still on the run from the well meaning hands of a teacher and some boys who are trying to get them relocated asap to be rehomed. hope they have better luck with the other kitten next week.
neo23 is around 5 months old, extremely affectionate but very much a prima donna like Suede was when she first came back to the animal family. she loves to cling to the man and perch on his shoulder like a parrot. this and her big round eyes endear themselves to him so she gets his pillow at night, which means, none of us get to be anywhere near all night. give me back my man!
House Rabbit Network says "Rabbits are susceptible to many human diseases and are masters at hiding illness. Their primary caretaker needs to be deeply attuned to their normal behavior and to pick up on subtle changes in behavior that signal illness. Seemingly minor symptoms can escalate into life-threatening emergencies in less than 24 hours."
the man and woman admit that they never came close to understanding Rabbeet in the one and a half years that he was with them. in all that time, he never got used to human contact beyond an occasional pat on the head. successfully trancing him was extremely rare and always deeply emotional.
it's not clear if this crankiness is because of the man and woman's inexperience or because he was abandoned or lost and spent an unknown amount of time fending for himself in the open before being found. my guess is both.
inexplicably, Rabbeet maintained his shining eyes, healthy coat of fur, robust appetite and bowel movements through it all, while Leafty is the one who has been plagued by chronic weepy eye, erratic eating habits and droppings that vary wildly in shapes, sizes and consistency. so if Rabbeet was sick, no one had a clue.
maybe he tried to reach out but no one listened. maybe, Rabbeet just decided that he has had it with the lot of us.
we are sorry that this week's carnival comes to you with none of the usual festivities. we came home an hour ago especially to host the Carnival, only to find Rambo Rabbeet laying eyes open on his side. cold.
this is completely unexpected and we are all still coming to grips with it.
without further ado, here's this week's Carnival of Cats:
Update: Niobium Tiger kitty and orange tabby in a mating dance. What would you have done?
One Cat's Blog Here is Huxley Harkin who hates to be called "bub".
animal family visitors are always a boon. they don't know it yet but everyone who comes through our door that is not a contractor or a delivery person gets to be a part of my project on Singaporean social attitudes.
so my sample size is wacked and you can argue that the woman's friends are in no way an accurate representation of Singaporeans on a whole, but i assure you that nevertheless, the Tooty RatingTM is compelling, deliciously exacting and comes in an assortment of designer colours.
on the whole, local attitudes towards social issues, especially my PET social issue, are appalling. i have been pretty lenient already and has had to count a gratuitous 2-second pat towards a love for animals and a general mention of recycling towards social awareness to keep the chart looking decent.
this all gives the woman cause to feel smug and superior because her scores are stirling examples to humankind.
and then it occurs to me to put them on another scale, one for responsibility to self and to family and the tables turn. you see many Singaporeans who work very hard and give their all to keep their families strong. who put their families ahead of aspirations and vanities, even values.
interrogating their backstories uncover many quiet personal accounts of courage and sacrifice that sometimes rival the most inspiring banner raising Save-The-World types. arguably, you need a good balance of taking care of your own and a level of macro-thinking. but how many people have that kind of genius and hours in a day.
wonder if it is feasible to run a retirement home that is also an animal shelter. google surfaces several retirement homes with pastoral animals and nothing else so suspect it has never been done before, probably with good reason. but i would imagine quite a few residents could benefit from proximity and reciprocation with indigent animals and for the more able, active tending to them.
the residents would not be staffing the shelter of course. the arrangement would be one of mutual benefit from co-existence. just the sharing of grounds and possibly some of the administrative functions and staff might derive enough tangible benefits to make it worth thinking about. perhaps even the possibility of cross funding.
but are there enough people who will take to the idea? health risks aside, not sure if the emotional rollercoaster that comes with caring for shelter animals is what the residents need. yet on the flip side, it can be an invigorating, community building experience that is often lacking in most retirement homes.
what does everyone think? if you know of any places who have done this, i'd like to know about it.
she is taking pictures of our butts for amusement.
not because there is a lack of things to do and people to see. she was expected this morning at ten and she has a regular clique this afternoon. but she is still in her jammies about the house. sending out insincere apologetic smses. and waiting. waiting for the man to complete his six-year long stint in 2 more weeks.
crazy? sad? pathetic? yep. but you can't imagine, we are all holding our breaths here, cats, rabbits and all because life after ________ has been but a distant idea for as long as we have known the man. until now. when the big unknown is about at our doorstep.
it may mean huge lifestyle changes. or not at all. it can really make you sick just thinking about it.
Skoda's mummy says Skoda is quite keen to play with Braun and she has taken well to sharing her space with the new kitty. Braun is still on the side of caution with Skoda but things are definitely looking up!
it's amazing how even though Fruity and i stand half a head taller than Bobby, not to mention Rosie, we still pay him deference just for being male.
when he wants a toy, we stand aside. when he wants the last morsel on the dish, he gets it.
there are a lot of theories about how females are taught from young to associate 'to love' with 'to serve', why our responses are rooted in relatedness more than principles, that even the strongest female can have the desire to want to be swept away by masculine energy.
quite frankly, they are all true. i consider myself a strong, (highly) intelligent, independent, self-respecting lass, but who can resist that daffy masculine face? seriously.
anyone out there tried the services of Pet Mobile? sounds wonderful and convenient as they pick pets up for grooming or vet appointments and then drop them back off at the end of the day for a pretty reasonable price.
but they only have a webfront so just concerned that we are going to some unknown place for a good part of the day that the man and woman don't know about.
the woman's friend had a strange dream. she dreamt she stole the woman's keys, broke into our apartment and nabbed the lot of us. cats, yes. but when she got us back to her apartment, we started to tear the place apart and scratch her to the point when she had to call the woman to confess what she did and beg for the woman to come collect us back.
and this is a friend who is positively scared of cats and woke up drenched in sweat from the trauma of it all. so, pretty inexplicable why she would want to steal us in the first place.
Notes from a Dreamer says "Cats mean many things to many people including, femininity, intuition, magic and sexuality. Your personal feelings about cats are the key to deciphering their meaning in your dreams. Do you think of them as finicky, as friends or in the context of black magic and witchcraft. And then understand that the cat is representing that aspect of yourself (which you will probably deny)". hmm...
maybe the woman should send one of us over as therapy. i volunteer and promise to not tear or scratch if the friend takes me to Belgium with her when her MBA term starts. i will surely make a great travelling companion. "Een pintje, alstublieft?" gets you everywhere.
Leafty and us cats have settled into a truce, with some conditions. but the woman plays it safe and takes to walking around the apartment with a spray bottle strapped to her belt like dirty harry or something. but he is eating well again and bold enough to mingle (when we are in a more distracted mood). the woman says she will continue to wear the weapon of mass humiliation for a few more days, in case. secretly, i think she enjoys it.
she is for world peace and if she wins she promises to do her best as the ambassador of goodwill to the world, be a role model for young cats all over the world, fight cancer, AIDS, as well as help all the poor children in Africa.
the woman closely watches our changing dynamics as we adjust to her not being home as much as before. The five animal family resident cats have taken to the new situation pretty well without changing our daily routine. surprisingly, Pavarotti is now more willing to interact with us now that there is no human to compete for.
he certainly looks a whole lot more comfortable here now.
actually, i lie when i said that us residents have taken to our new situation without change because in one particular respect, we have started to become a complete nuisance. and to the most unlikely resident, Leafty.
now that the woman is no longer around to disturb whenever we want, Suede and I have diverted our extra energy to Leafty by spending a lot more time chasing him around the house. he used to like that and even reciprocates but obviously we crossed some tolerance threshold during the week and he has started to stamp his paw everytime we come near.
the woman is anguished that things have affected Leafty so bad. what happened to our gregarious cat-loving rabbit?
he now demands his own space which poses a real problem to the woman. just where can she carve out a space for Leafty that saves him not only from Rambo Rabbeet but now us?