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.
Frazzle Black was taken by pest control but she is back, reunited with inseparable pal, Orange White. these small victories keep us all going.
on another note, cat flu has been making its rounds with Suede, the Malay family's ginger tom and a black tom from a neighbouring block being the worst hit. but they are recovering. hopefully that is the end of it.
it was the longest 48 hours as we watched if the treatment of last recourse would take. it didn't and Bobby passed away in the hospital yesterday, leaving a gaping hole in our hearts and an empty nook between the man and woman reserved only for him at bedtime.
it was the same day that our malay neighbour called to say that leukemia, ailing for days, has also succumbed.
we prayed for angels to comfort our suffering animals and they did one better.
Bobby reacted badly to a new course of medication for his overlicking. after unsuccessful but harmless attempts at antibiotics and steroids, anti-fungal seems pretty innocuous as a treatment but it has wreaked extreme havoc on his immune system. a possible diagnosis, although the attending vets have been vague, is Feline Infectious Peritonitis, characterised by breathing difficulties, lethargy, loss of appetite, visual disturbances, abnormal behaviour and a wobbly gait. it is rare but final.
our fragile, sensitive little boy, you hang in there.
surprised i can still type. (revisit: this was taken a few days before Bobby became, now irretrievably, distressed. such a cheeky little boy before that. keep your tail up at the bridge, Bob Bob, we are thinking of you.)
yes Mary, it's so good to see how kittens from the animal family alumni have grown. here's Skoda. she now has her own blog which she shares with new mates, Braun and Mikki.
their mummy, Mighty Mouse faced the age old dilemma of cat lovers whole Singapore over, what to do with stray cats on death row besides turning their home into their very own SPCA? they chose to open their home once again and that's how Mikki and briefly, blessed Mikey, became part of their family.
the animal family still has 2 rescued strays in the utility room until we are satisfied that the streets are safe again. white grey has passed on, given up on this miserable life that has shown him little but the back of the pest control truck and the pound. all 3 cats were ill from something they caught from their cheerless transit (somehow, they don't come out quite the same). Gin-Gin and Bon-Bon however, have stayed strong and are recovering beautifully.
over the week, the animal family has been told that this all seems like an exercise in futility: sterilise cats, they still get caught, claim cats from pound and they end up not making it anyway. through all of which, no perceivable dent in the number of strays that continue to be caught and (humanely) destroyed has really been made.
still, we should not make it easy for them to continue their vicious culling cycle. they will just have to contend with the fact that some of these cats are not going to go quietly.