Cats who teach me to fly…

The only space I have is my bathroom.

The bathroom is specially decorated for Dahlia.

And below picture is little Dahlia.

Dahlia like Lady, they are from Thomson. Dahlia too was heavily pregnant.
Dahlia was trapped by me on 1st of March. I sent her straight to the fosterer’s home after trapping her. However, the fosterer did not meet my requirements and I had to send Dahlia to the boarding house. Due to Pearl’s heavy medical cost, I had to bring Dahlia home to save the boarding fee. And at the same time, I also found another fosterer for Dahlia. However, the fosterer neither wanted me to visit Dahlia nor did she want me to interfere with anything. I refused to accept her terms. It all sounded unreasonable to me.
In the end, I have to keep Dahlia myself and am most willing to do so.
Dahlia has made me so popular. Because the second fosterer was so unreasonable, I had to tell her what is the role of being a fosterer. That is to return all cats or/and kittens to the rescuer when the fostering period is over. I even told her that she is allowed to adopt the cat or kittens if she wants to. Anyway, she was unhappy and posted our conversation on Facebook. I did not see it but my friend did. I only wish that she could post all of our conversation so that everyone who read it would know what was really going on.
Although i have prepared a cage for Dahlia, I have no intention to cage Dahlia. So Dahlia was free to move about within the bathroom.
On the second day, Dahlia had made me infamously popular.
On that morning, I went to check on Dahlia after I woke up. When I opened my door. I saw no trace of her. I can’t see her in the cage, not in the little house that I have made for her. She was no where to be found. I noticed the window was opened and I came to a conclusion that Dahlia could have jumped down from the bathroom and left me…
I quickly went to my service yard and see if she survive. I saw her paw print on top of my air con compressor and I affirmed that Dahlia did indeed escaped from the bathroom window.
My heart sank! I went down to look for her carcass but it was no where to be found. Mel suggested that I call town council. And I did and was told that no one pick any carcass that morning. That was strange!
I went every floor leaving notes in my neighbour’s door step. I went down to look up at all the service yard and I realised that in order to have a better view, I need to be at opposite block and ask for permission from the owner of the flat to allow me to go in to their service yard(our service yard faces each other) and have a clearer look. A malay guy on the 17 floor on the opposite block was home and he allowed me to take a look at his service yard. I really appreciated his kindness.
From his service yard, I thought I saw Dahlia in between the floor of my air con ledge and on the roof of the unit below. However, the guy did not see it. I told him to help me keep a look out and I went home straight.
When I reached home, I went to the bathroom again to investigate and walked to the service yard to look out at my air con ledge to check on it again. I saw nothing. Suddenly I heard a voice from my opposite block, it was that guy, he yelled at me and said that Dahlia was in between my floor and the roof of the below unit.
Quickly, I called the rescuer to help. Rescuer arrived half an hour later. He managed to grab Dahlia savely. At that moment of rescuing, to me the rescuer risked his life cos he was out of my flat and only had a pole on his right side to hold on to. To the rescuer, he said he only risked his arm. Dahlia bite him badly on his hand while he grabbed Dahlia. It was either the rescuer let go of Dahlia or he let her bite his hand and save her. He chooses the latter one.
And Dahlia was back to her bathroom and this time I shutted my bathroom window.

I was so happy. I thought I will never see Dahlia again.
The rescuer who rescued Dahlia texted me on the next day, he told me his picture was in stomp and the person who reported it told Stomp that Dahlia has fell from 20th storey and died. And I was popular again cos the news went viral in Facebook and many cursed and sweared me. I did not fight back cos I think I was wrong for not closing the bathroom window.
In order to protect the rescuer, I called Stomp to tell the whole story the next day.

I nearly lost Dahlia 3 times.
This morning, 16 March, Dahlia gave birth to four beautiful Dahlias and I was so happy even until now.