Cats who teach me to fly…

Patrice was found at a multistorey car park and under the wheel of a BMW car. It was the exact lot where I feed one of the community cats. It was also my first time to rescue a cat immediately from such an unsafe place. I brought her home straight away. What other option do I have?

I kept her quarantined for two weeks. She was vaccinated and dewormed two days ago. I am supposed to bring her to the adoption drive tomorrow. However, a sincere adopter was interested in her. She agreed to all CWS terms, therefore, we felt that she is a suitable adopter.

This afternoon we brought Patrice to the adopter’s house with a heavy heart once again… Patrice is not sterilized yet and we have told her adopter that we will do a house visit again two weeks later after she had Patrice sterilized. Our intention is to stop unnecessary breeding and save more lives.
Once again, when I got back home, I miss Patrice’s presence…
I give all my blessings to Little Patrice and her owner and family.
I look forward to see Patrice again…

Bally is estimated to be two weeks old. When I picked her at Far East Flora, Thomson, she was only a few days old. Her eyes were closed then.
I was marketing for fresh flowers when I heard loud meowing sound coming from nowhere. Immediately I recognized that it was a kitten. I stopped what I was doing at that time and followed the sound of the kitten.
She was left alone in a big empty carton box without her mother and siblings. She was so tiny.. I rushed to the cashier counter and checked with the staff if they had any idea about the kitten.
I was told that the kitten had fell from the roof top and her sibling was bitten to death by her mother. Well, I don’t really believe it. I would prefer to keep an open mind.
I looked around for her mother and obviously she was nowhere to be found.
The shop was closing soon and I can’t leave the kitten alone. She was so small and could have died if her mother did not come back for her.
Without hesitation, I brought her with me and we named her Bally.

Bally needs to be bottle fed. Penny, one of the rescuer taught me how to bottle feed her. How to stimulate her to pee and poop. I have learnt so much on how to nurse a newborn kitten.
Bally is getting stronger each and everyday.

I am going to watch her grow. She is a tabby. Miemi was a tabby white too. So do Cashie, Monnie, Shunshun and Sunshine. I love tabbies…

I started to feed Carl about a month ago at Whampoa market. It all started when I noticed him begging for food at the coffee shop. He looked so pathetic and everyone seemed to ignore him. I can’t bear to look at him this way. I rushed back to my vehicle immediately to prepare dry and wet food for him.
I lured him away from the coffee shop where he begged for food and placed the food in a quiet corner for him to eat. However, I knew the place where I left his food was not his territory. And I spent a few days looking for his territory and finally I found his ‘sister’ and a bowl of water and I believe they have a feeder. He definitely has a feeder but why was he begging for food everyday?
Three days ago, I saw Carl limping. He wasn’t looking that serious at that time until two days ago. Mel and I sent him to the vet yesterday.
Carl had two x-ray on his right paw and a blood test. Good thing was his bone was not fractured but only swollen. His drooling is due to gingivitis. He was given two injections. One pain killer and another anti inflammatory. Vet prescribed medicine to be given to him once a day in order to fit my schedule.
This evening we went high and low to find Carl. We found him. I gave him his medicine and lysine. I mixed it in his wet food and he finished all. He is better today. He managed to touch his limping paw on the ground, still limping though but better.

This is Carl. Just finished his meal:).
I am happy to see him everyday and will feed him everyday. Just hoping that he will stop begging for food. Cos it hurts me watching any cats begging for food…

Mel and I were at Mr Lee’s memorial event at Yishun in the evening. The waiting time to pay respect to Mr Lee at the parliament house was too long for me. Whether to pay respect at the parliament house or at the memorial event around Singapore, it will be the same.

There were many people. We had to queue in order to offer my flowers of appreciation to Mr Lee.

I did this arrangement at the wee hours last night. It says ‘THANK U”. I also attached a card on it.
I was so worried that the arrangement might not reach Mr Lee as the queue at the parliament house was way too long and I cannot afford the time. Luckily, there is a memorial event nearby where I can pay my respect to Mr Lee, as well as to send my flowers of appreciation.

It has been five days since the day he left. I am getting better. I might feel sad again after his cremation. Knowing that we have lost someone that we had been taking for granted for so long… Our future from now on would be without Mr Lee… How weird it is!

During my school days, I admired him for his guts, his great mind and his persistence over all the things he strove to do. A never say die attitude.

After I was out from school and during my early stage of working life, I sang praises about how he was a great man. Having to build this beautiful garden in a city was never easy. There were many times I defended him when someone accused him of any wrongdoing. I remember defending him until about seven or eight years ago.

I asked myself how can a Singaporean accuse someone who has done so much for the country and who with the right mind would say something so bad about him and how ungrateful these people were!

My life was tough then, with all the private certificates I had, obstacles still seemed to be everywhere. At that time, I couldn’t see what was wrong. All I did was to blame myself for not being hardworking during my school days.

No matter how hard I tried and worked in later years, private certificates never worked on me.
And I started to think to myself why the hell are there so many private schools when most of the certificates are not recognized? Why allow such schools to be around? Personally, it was a waste of time and money taking private courses and yet you have no where to go.

This was when I started having doubts about our real intention of our government.

I lost trust in our government.. I never sang praises about them again… Neither was I interested to know what he was up to but his Hard Truth hardcopy is still with me, sitting neatly on the shelf.
This morning when I was driving, I found it weird that why 88.3FM played instrumental music. Well, I loved it actually! I carried on listening. After driving for about 20 mins, my mind started to wonder how he was doing. I wouldn’t pray for a recovery but I asked for comfort to be given to him. And in the next 5 mins or so, I heard the host reading his biography and immediately I knew he was gone.
I was surprised that I was upset about it. My heart sank and I was feeling gloomy. It was 6 plus this morning. A morning that I did not anticipate.

The birds chirped beautifully. The cats were hungry. The sun rises and shone brightly. Hey… what was wrong with me?

The familiar place I walked along seemed to be quiet. Well… it was my heart that was quiet and it makes me wonder again what life is all about. Life… is indeed a journey to death.

Mr Lee Kuan Yew whom I once admired so much has finally left.

He was blunt still even he was at his last breath.
Mel and I intend to pay respect to him some time this week.
I asked Mel what would Singapore’s future be without Mr Lee? And I guess PAP is going downhill after all…
Nobody, nobody can deny Mr Lee’s hard work towards building Singapore. He was indeed an iron man!