Cats who teach me to fly…

I got a trapper to round up the cats at Whampoa for sterilisation. We trapped more than ten and one of them wss Elsa.
Elsa appeared from no where. I have never seen her before. She popped up right in front of me. There was no effort in catching her. She just ‘manja’ her way to me. She is near five months old I guess.

This is Elsa. When I first hold her,  my intention was to release her back to where she is. I had been thinking to myself that it should not be difficult to find Elsa a home.
Elsa is unique and beautiful. Honestly, I don’t like her tipped ear and I blame myself for the mistake. If only I made an effort to call the vet…
Yesterday morning, I posted Elsa on my FB. Hopefully to find her a suitable adopter. There were many enquiries. And finally in the evening, we had someone whom matches our criteria. Yay! Right now, I am waiting for her new owner to mesh up her windows and gate. When everything is done, Elsa will be on her way to her new home.

The adopter has agreed on the CWS adoption guidelines and I have nothing to worry about. What I need to do right now is to send her for vaccination.
Sending Elsa to her new home is not the end of it. We always follow up with the adopters. And somehow the adopters and us, we have become friends…

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I have finally made my decision to bring Carl home last Thursday. Since the day Moo had gone missing, I noticed that Carl kept looking under the vehicles searching for Moo. Despite Carl is home with me now, I still go back to the carpark everyday just in case Moo returns.

Before we brought Carl home, we sent him to the vet to do a FeLV and FIV blood test and to check his mouth. He has been drooling for quite sometime.

Carl is FeLV and FIV negative. We also learnt that Carl has left with only two teeth. Vet estimated Carl to be more than ten years old. My guess is he is at least eight years old.

He is all calm when he was home for the first day. That proves that he really is a senior cat.

Carl is on a two weeks quarantine. The above photo was taken on the second day of his arrival.

Above photo was taken just ten minutes ago. He is sleeping above Miracle”s cage now. I think he misses his life at the carpark. He keeps looking out of the window and sniffing the night breeze coming from the windows. Yes, it is windy here.

Today is only the fifth day and I am already letting him out. None of my cats dare to get close to him except innocent Cashie and Elk.

I believe Carl will blend in with all my cats.

Another senior cat is having his retirement at home…

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When I didn’t see Moo on the second day, I got panicked and I hate the feeling. And on the third day I felt completely helpless. I wrote to AVA and SPCA yesterday. Posted on FB. Called to check with other feeders but to no avail.

I was so upset… and finally broke down…

Life as a stray cat is uncertain. Moomoo has been a manja cat. Where there is Carl there is Moo. Even when Carl is not around, Moo is always there.

Carl has been at the same spot where Moo has always been there.  He looks sad. It is unusual for Carl to be at the same spot all the time. I guess Carl must be waiting for his sister, Moo.

When I look at Carl, I felt so much pain. Moo must have been taken away.  If Moo was taken away, I pray that she is in good hands. If Moo lost her way which is unlikely, may she be protected and finds her way back.

My prayer for her everyday  remains even when she is not around. Nothing change.

I look forward for her safe return.

Name: Moo
Age : Est to be around 3 year old.
Female tabby and sterilised.
Last seen at Whampoa 4 days ago.

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Miracle was spotted two months ago at Ang Mo Kio. Her photo was posted on Facebook by a passerby who noticed her broken paw but was unable to help.

This is Miracle. Take a closer look at her broken paw.

Caregivers including myself were looking for her for more than a week and finally, she was spotted at the same place. I got another caregiver to send her to the vet. She was at United Vet.

I visited Miracle on that evening and I decided to transfer her to Island Vet instead cos we rescuers know that United Vet charge unreasonably. We were charged $780 for x-rays, blood test, medicine on board and a night’s stay.
I transfered Miracle to Island Vet on the second day.

Nothing was done on Miracle on the first day at Island Vet.

I remember I was chatting with Mel when I received a call from Island Vet that Miracle had collapsed while the vet was attempting to clean her wound. She was gone for minutes. The vet managed to resuscitate her but was not confident that she would survive.

Mel and I rushed to the clinic. We understood that United Vet had pumped in a lot of medication on her. We also understood that Miracle’s wound was bad.

From the photo, we can see that Miracle’s wound was raw and her bone was exposed.

The vet told us that Miracle’s wound had been inflicted for quite some time as the maggots they managed to pull out were long… That must have been very painful for Miracle…

After Miracle was being resuscitated, the vet had no confidence that Miracle was able to regain her good self again. There was only blinking of her eyes that night and nothing more. There was nothing much we could do at the clinic. We went home with a heavy heart, preparing for the worst.

Dr Angeline was so kind that she stayed up that evening long after the clinic’s closing hour to observe Miracle. She texted us after 10pm that night to keep us updated that Miracle did blink her eyes but not awaken.

Even when the clinic was not open the next day, Dr Angeline who was not on duty that day went down early to take a look at Miracle. She texted to tell us Miracle opened her eyes…

Miracle progressed slowly and steadily with each passing day. She began moving little by little. We thought she might lose her eyesight. However, Miracle surprised us each and every day.

Miracle was hospitalized for a month. She was discharged two days ago.

She is home now. To me, she looks like Shunshun. She eats well, rest well and feels so comfortable.

Look at how sweet she is.
I questioned myself if I have regretted saving her. I am different from many caregivers. I not only feed, foster, adopt, rescue and rehome but I go beyond. I help them to be reborn in a higher realm in their next life. But how? As a buddist, I have faith stronger than many.

Mel and I, we chant and circumbulate them around holy statues. We dedicate our merits to them daily after feeding community cats. We make sure to chant and bless the food that we offer to them. In many ways, we help to purify their negative karma.

So no, there is no regret in bringing Miracle back to life. I have so much more to do and it will not stop here.

Miracle was named by me before all these had happened. She has proven that miracles do exist!

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I was so happy when the cat museum allowed four of my cats to be placed at the cat museum for adoption. However, it was not what it looks like…

I guess all my cats were so overly stressed at the cat museum that Gingie had fallen sick. I was told to send him to the vet. Since Gingie had been at the cat museum for nearly a week and I had no idea how his condition was like, I felt that I needed to bring him home to monitor him for a day before I can tell the vet what had happened to him.

However, the person in charge was not happy about the idea of me bringing Gingie home. She was expecting me to bring him back to the museum after I send him to the vet. But what do I say to the vet since I had no idea how Gingie’s condition was? Gingie had teary eyes and I strongly believe he has other problems too.

The PIC at the cat museum insisted that I brought him back and even threatened me by asking me to bring all my cats home if I refused to bring Gingie back. Her messages were so hurtful. I was utterly upset and spent the whole night thinking whether to carry on leaving them at the cat museum or to bring them home. I definitely can’t send Gingie back as he was down with fever and had eye infection. The PIC refused to take heed to my concern that Gingie’s sickness may spread to the other cats.

I decided to bring all my cats home with a heavy heart the next day. It was not that I was afraid that I was unable to find my cats a loving home.  It was because I knew that the connection between the cat museum and I will be strained. I need to make a choice and I choose to have my cats back.

Gingie.

Debbie.

Kelly.

Bluz.

Not only Gingie fell sick. Kelly and Debbie too. Debbie was limping whereas Kelly too had an eye infection. Bluz was so happy that he was back home.

Today, I managed to find my three kittens a loving home. The adopters are meshing up their windows and are also preparing the cats’ necessities.

Once they have gone to their new home next weekend, I will think of all ways to find Bluz a loving home.

It was silly of me worrying the connection between the cat museum and I.

I had come to realise that we all should learn to overcome mistakes by ourselves rather than escaping it and to rely on others.

I am no longer afraid to walk by myself again…

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