This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, -- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! - emily dickinson -

Thursday, December 22, 2005


lee loo walked with a limp when she came the second time. something unfortunate happened to her left front paw. the middle pad was swollen quite a bit. i also found a piece of rubber band around her neck. it fitted snugly around her neck that it was hidden underneath her fur. i only realized it while i was scratching under her neck. i took it off and threw it in the waste bin. thank God it didn't choke her. i almost regretted that I sent her back. i can't imagine what would have happened if qop qoon hadn't brought her home. those kids who did whatever they did wouldn't have known any better. it's just the parents who ought to be spayed (i've said that before, haven't i?)!

i bought several packs of kitty food for lee loo. the biscuits that the others eat were not quite suitable for her. but i'd need to get her some powdered milk and a bottle too. she's too young to lap liquids. i used to have one for qoom qoom when he was little. he was the one my wife found at the dumpster--a black bundle hardly the size of a tennis ball. he didn't know how to eat solids or drink from a bowl. we had to spoon feed him. later, we fed him milk with a bottle. i'd always enjoyed the moments when i held the bottle while he suckled. you can't imagine how cute he looked with his paws holding on to the bottle. we stopped the bottle when he started biting the nipples off after finishing his milk. but by then, he was old enough to eat regular cat food. and then, he started the habit of sucking my fingers whenever he had the chance. even now, he'd dig his nose into my hand and start sucking whenever i cuddle him. i guess we spoiled him silly.

qop qoon was big enough to eat solids when we got him. so, we had less of a problem with him. he especially liked half-cooked egg yolks, even now. he's not as finicky with food as qoom qoom was. so, he grew big and plump in no time. if he could mumble a few words, he could be garfield! a lot many people mistook him for a pregnant cat. i suppose lee loo did too. now, he's become sort of a wet nurse to her. whenever lee loo started making a racket, either when she was hungry or when she was left alone, qop qoon would come running to her side. he would sleep on top of her cage at night. he did try to curl up inside the shoebox that we placed inside the cage for lee loo to sleep in but he was just too big to fit in there (thank God!). and he would give qoom qoom a gentle headbutt whenever mr attitude turned nasty toward the little lost kitty. if only he could produce milk.


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