Bruce ku sakit!

Sedih, sedih, sedih!

Bruce sakit and terpaksa di admit ke animal clinic Dr Ravi kat Pumpong. Dah 2-3 hari dia sakit telinga. Last week dia sakit mulut, mulut dia jadi macam angelina jolie's famous pout. The people at the Jabatan Veterinar kata dia sakit hati la, badan panas la, stress la.

Dr Ravi periksa telinga dia guna camera. It seems that he has a very bad ear infection (padahal dah berkali-kali diperiksa oleh Jabatan Veterinar dan telinga dia dibersihkan...I'm wondering whether telinga dia terluka sebab depa kasar masa bersihkan telinga dia! tapi...takkan nak kata kan, kan, kan?)

So Bruce has to spend the night and probably the next few nights at the clinic. Duit satu hal, one night lodging costs RM35, almost equivalent to a nights stay at a non rated motel in a small town, apart from costs of his medication. More than money, it's his presence that I miss. It's been days since he showed his gluttony appetite.

But anything for Bruce, just get well...and soon. Mommy misses you!

(Dah lah kak ayang dah nak pi USM...Bruce pulak kat klinik...sunyi la!)

the smiling cat owner

I spent the last few days running around after Bruce trying to make him swallow his pills.

Bruce was not well, the vet said he may have a serious liver ailment, evidenced by a blackish gooey substance deposited around his nostril and mouth. He prescribed a liver tonic, piriton to help de-stress Bruce and a round of antibiotics. Do cats really get stressed out? I almost wondered out loud but didn't want to antagonize the vet who was giving his best opinion. But Bruce was gaining weight nicely, at 6 months he's weighing in at 2.975 kg. Whatever, I took him home and vowed to make sure he gets all the rest and medication he needed.

But Bruce had other things on his mind...he made me run more than I had done so in the last 6 months of my life. He wasn't taking it sitting down! He fought and twisted and turned his head until it was almost impossible to hold onto him without breaking his leg or his neck in the process.

Well, i thought...as intelligent as he is...I am going to fool him if it's the last thing I do.

So after the first two days, he's been such an angel, and has been swallowing his pills without any protest, all nicely embedded in chunks of tuna dished out to him.

Oh Bruce! Who's having the last laugh now?


(Sorry guys, since the owner prefers to remain incognito, all you get to see is an image of the smiling cat~not the cat owner, and since i couldn't get Bruce to pose nicely, this one is from the net)

the cat lady

Isn't it funny for someone who professes her preference for friends of the furry kind rather than her homo sapien buddies, to never write any post in her blog about her love? Don't get me wrong..i don't have anything against human. Many are good or has good intentions. It is the few that gets to you. But cats! Ah!...something about their need for you, the longing in their eyes...they never back stab, never talk bad/ back,

Throughout my growing up years I've always had cats around. We are not talking about the occasional stray who stays but those which could call my home their home too i.e if they could talk instead of meow. Truth be told, the statistics would show that I have done my part as a cat lover. I have fed, treated them for various cuts and ailments and had even assisted a tabby which had a difficult delivery. The tiny but very dead kitten was hanging from the mother in a breech birth. And so I did what any self respecting cat lover would~put a rubber glove on and pulled out the critter.

What is it with helping these God's creations that make you feel good? Doesn't generate money or publicity. makes it difficult for you to travel on holidays (nobody wants to take care of them while you are away) sometimes you have to clean their mess, they scratch your favorite furniture, make strings out of rugs, knock into your favorite vase, dig into your flower beds. Seems like they are more nuisance eh? But wait until this frisky fur ball snuggles up to you on a rainy day or a cold morning, purring like a motor boat, or spread out on it's back fast asleep on the cold marble floor on a hot day. It does something to your heart, makes it feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Curiosity kills the cat. Curiosity makes them cross the street just as a car speeds up, which make them the biggest number in road kill. They are supposed to have nine lives, but it doesn't save them when the need arises. They are so vulnerable with their soft cuddly bodies, so you morons out there! Just give the cat a break when you see it trying to cross the street!

Which brings me the the current male in my life~ BRUCE. Bruce omnipresent, forever hungry (he's almost as fat as I think Garfield would be at his age, he's all of 6 months). Somehow he manages to get everyone in the house to feed him his favorite food eventhough he had just had his fill. Bruce who despite being a cat would shame any puppy in a throw and fetch game. Bruce who sleeps sometimes in a tight ball, other times flat on his back (he's a shameless flasher!) and sometimes in muscle twisting Travolta pose.

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