Easy Peasy Sunday

Me and my teddy bear...

The pigeons r us

Rest and relax...Sunday is all about napping...

Sunday in our house if just resting and eating and napping. That is the good life!

Just Because

Just resting...all day

Pilling The Cat - A Saga for Some

This is our arsenal of meds for 2 cats - Toro and Megat.

The syringes are for Megat and it holds his sang hwang + colloidal silver combination in papaya. The 2 water syringes belong to both boys. I make sure that no pill gets stuck in Toro's throat by giving him some water afterwards. Megat also needs water to wash down the residue of his sang hwang + colliodal silver combination. He gets 5 drops of milk thistle in another syringe s it is too sour to be put with his lingzhi. SO I put that in another syringe with papaya. I asked the vets to see if putting meds in blended papaya for the long term was ok and they said it was harmless.

The fluids belong to Toro as well as the biotene. He gets fluids every alternate day and Megat gets his one day a week only.

Toro's pills - cranberry, azodyl, kidney activator, alutab and apo-k.

This is how I hold him for meds. He takes them easily and does not struggle too much. I can control him better if I sit him in front of me.

san: OK Toro. Open your mouth...Good boy!

After each pill, I need to smoothen his neck so the pill gets swallowed easily.

Then Cousin R holds him so I get get to his teeth and gums with the biotene. It is working as now his gums are no longer swollen.

Megat is not to be fooled when it comes to giving him his meds. It is always a game of hide and seek with him when it comes to this. He hates it and would hide. If he gets under the bed, then it would be a monumental task to get hm out again!

Megat knows it is time for meds or subq. He is on high alert.

Megat's pills - Cranberry, Asthma capsule and mushroom combination for him immune-system.

If Toro is the easiest at to pill, then Megat must be the most wily. I need to wrap him up securely in a towel. then he gets his sang hwang suppository. He hates this and would struggle and cry out even before it happens. As we were pilling Toro, we decided, after many years of feeding him all his meds in syringes, that we should try and pill him too. I was a little farid as the last time I did this was last year when he had to take his prednisolone. I had blue-black fingers where his vice-like mouth and clamped onto them.

This time he did not try to clamp his teeth on me but decided to trick me. SO we are very wary of him. Once when I had given him his pill, he pretended that he had swollowed it and made a loud gulping noise. Both Cousin R and I thought he had swallowed his pill and relaxed our grip. "POP!" it came out of his mouth like a firecracker! So now we are more aware and would watch that he had indeed swallowed everything by giving him some papaya which he likes a lot. :)

5 days a week for Megat and 7 days for Toro. I fear one of these days, either Cousin R or myself would have to be the ones who have to swollow some pills ourselves :)

Communty Cat Friday

PD taking a nap outside of M's house. He has become a very calm kitty and quite afraid of TK.

TK showing us who's BOSS. "ME!" TK seemed to say...

Grey Lady and Blackie the Plant Eater...

Blackie The Plant eater in all her magnificent glory!

The community cats at M's have been making their presence very much felt outside her house. They all have their own spaces and no one trespasses into someone else's territory. So they live quiet lives here, away from the gangster kitties who had fought with Putih. It seemed Putih used to visit M but because of TK, she does not come here for refuge anymore.

PD, the used-to-be gangster has now completely transformed into a very quiet kitty. When he came back from R's (where he was sent to be rehabilitated for 3 months) he was quiet and quite afraid of TK. He refused to sit outside M's flat but rather preferred his present location of hanging out at the side of her house. M worries that he may prove to be a nuisance to her neighbour and she had since spoken to the neighbours about PD, that they should tell her if PD should do the necessary outside of their house. If that happens she would clean it up for them, immediately. But the kitties have been behaving very well and doing the necessary downstairs.

M invited me up to see them in their special places. Everyone was sitting in their places quietly but TK, who was very dominant and has now become the BOSS kitty.

Just Because

3 Musketeers on Saturday

Toro: Look carefully at Saturday Megat. What do you see?

Megat: I dun see anything. I dun even smell anything you silly cat!

Tanaka: Its up in the sky Megat. Look!
Toro: Silly Tanaka! Never mind Megat. This is your first time. Rest and Relak lah...

I was quite amazed to see this scene this morning. It was quite a miracle to see Megat sitting quietly with Toro as these 2 guys are always batting each other about and Megat stalks up on him all the time. It was less than 5 minutes that they were at the door though but it was nice just the same.

Outside on Friday

Bujang immediately chomped on some grass when he was out ...

He looked like a hunter in tall grass :)

It was late afternoon so there was nothing to startle him, apart from some kids walking home from extra classes...

Of cos he could not resist laying low to sneak up on the pigeons...unsuccessfully...

Bujang quite enjoyed himself...

I brought Bujang out several times last week. He was quiet eager to be out of his carrier and showed no hesitation at stalking pigeons. Of cos he threw up on some of the grass that he ate as he had been eating wheatgrass at home. But we go out in short bursts so he does not get too hyped up as I have not brought him walk for some time lately. Next week we would go out for longer walks.

What now Putih?

Putih's face show her minor injuries...

Putih cleaning her face from the cleaning solution...

The wound on her face was superficial and we cleaned it up with some cleaning solution. It didn't hurt her. She then decided to rest and lie about on the pavement, with nary a care...

We had quite a big scare last Wednesday. Cousin R smsed me in the evening to tell me that M had rescued Putih from the rubbish dump. It seemed that there was blood on her face but M didn't get a chance to clean her up nor take care of the wound. I immediately called the vet to make an appointment, fearing the worst. But when she came to dinner, we saw that she had a minor wound which was nt deep, only on one spot on her face and she was just a little grubby. We cleaned her up and she didn't protest too much. Once we released her, she went into carefully cleaning her face and lay about on the pavement so we knew she was not hurt.

We suspect that she might have entered the dump when the cleaner opened it up. She was locked in accidentally in an adjoining room where the cleaner kept used furniture and the container for hell money. The cleaner informed M and they both immediately went to rescue her. We think she was locked in for a whole night as she didn't come to dinner on Tuesday. Thank goodness the cleaner knows M and he was kind enough to rescue Putih. She could have really hurt herself there too as it seems there was alot of furniture and other paraphenalia that could have fallen on her and hurt her!

But she was none the worse for the experience and I hope she has learnt from this lesson not to enter anymore dumpsters!

Its all a matter of faith

http://thingsweforget.blogspot.com/2010/08/564_24.html

I realised that through all my trials and joys with FatBoy, this is essentially my mantra. Thanks to the blogger who owns this site. It has nothing to do with religion but rather a belief that I have - if I do whatever I can, then things would get better or at least improve. I have fears of course and they sometimes nag at me fiercely but I go on anyway.

I would like to thank all of you who had gone through this experience with me and given me advice and help. I really especially like to thank our cat sitter R, who gave him all his meds and took care of him every day when we could not. For the last short month of his life, he was safe, did not have to suffer through rain and hazards of a carpark life.

The vet assistant P was also very sad about his passing and the staff at our vet practice were all very kind and allowed me some time with FatBoy. The vet Dr L talked to me about the life of community cats and sat with us for a bit. I did not have to fill in numerous forms at the counter(like I had to do the last time for Callie) and for that I was very grateful.

Cousin R told the auntie about his passing and she was of course very sad. It was like a whole part of her history gone in a wisp. She had taken care of him eversince he was abandoned and felt his passing keenly. My only regret was that she was not able to see him even when we visited him at R's as she has trouble walking.

Thanks again to everyone. I really do not know what I would do when our next commuity cat gets renal failure. But I hope I would be able to do the same things, only better.

a note of interest:

Sister S told me last Saturday that she thought she saw FatBoy at the void deck but I told her that FatBoy was with R. She said the cat looked just like FatBoy, complete to his tail. She went to look at him and spoke to him and saw that the cat looked a little unwell. Then yesterday, one of the auntie's friends asked me if I had released Fatboy at the void deck and I had to tell her the sad news. She said she thought he looked very much like FatBoy. Of course I could not find this mysterious cat and I think maybe it belongs to someone in the block. Or as now we have a vacuum, another kitty had decided to take his place. But its weird just the same.

RIP FatBoy

FatBoy died today at the vet at about 1130. I was with him when he died. I was just talking to DR L yesterday about the possibility of vaccinating him as I had found him a place at one of the shelters and vaccination was compulsory to admitting him there.

But this morning we had to bring him to the vet as he was very noisy, which was very strange behaviour. He said goodbye to me and then I brought him in to the vet when he died.

Good rest FatBoy! Hang out with your buddies and get fat in greener pastures.

GoodNight Sunday