Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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Yesterday...
Princess got sick~ D:
Diarrhea and slight fever.
Brought her to the vet for checkup.
She was given antibiotics.
Next week, she will be given vaccination.
Mimi followed too but for vaccination.
He wanted to bite and scratch the vet.
Thank goodness the vet managed to dodge away.
Mimi was in a very foul mood.
Princess was scared of him.
She peed in the box. -_-
Today she's better. Explored around the house.
Still lazy. Lying here and there. XD
But her appetite's waaayyy better than yesterday.
As expected from a kitten, she sleeps a lot.
Princess got sick~ D:
Diarrhea and slight fever.
Brought her to the vet for checkup.
She was given antibiotics.
Next week, she will be given vaccination.
Mimi followed too but for vaccination.
He wanted to bite and scratch the vet.
Thank goodness the vet managed to dodge away.
Mimi was in a very foul mood.
Princess was scared of him.
She peed in the box. -_-
Today she's better. Explored around the house.
Still lazy. Lying here and there. XD
But her appetite's waaayyy better than yesterday.
As expected from a kitten, she sleeps a lot.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
New member of the family
Behold.... Princess!
A mix Siamese - female. 2 months old.
Got her from uncle's friend.
Almost a Fifi lookalike.
She doesn't recognize us so she's a bit scared and aware. Give her a few days or maybe hours and she'll probably be okay.
A mix Siamese - female. 2 months old.
Got her from uncle's friend.
Almost a Fifi lookalike.
She doesn't recognize us so she's a bit scared and aware. Give her a few days or maybe hours and she'll probably be okay.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Introduction - story
This blog is dedicated to my little kitten. Yes, kitten. Well, I was planning to take at least one picture a day of my little Toffee but I seemed to have forgotten all about it.
Actually I called him Toffee but his nickname was Feefee. However, the doctor wrote his name as Fifi. So, I'm going to start calling him Fifi.
Fifi was adopted on the 13th November 2009 at Spring, Kuching. It was a SSPCA event. There were lots of cats but only one caught my eyes. It was a mix Siamese. He was still so tiny then and naughty too. I love his dark brown, light brown and white fur and his pair of blue eyes. I reserved him before anybody else could take him. He kept pawing and biting his big brother's tail - if not, he was squeezing himself in the food tray.
I brought him home to my grandma's house where I planned to keep him there until he's a few months old. However, my grandma couldn't stand his naughtiness and decided to give us back. We accepted him and brought him back to our house. There wasn't much trouble. We bought him more collars and toys. On Christmas, we bought him a bed which he enjoyed for a couple of days. -_- On a rainy day, he'd sleep on the bed but on a hot day, he slept on the floor tiles.
Every morning, he would mew for food and asked to be petted. Then he would sit down quietly and watched us doing stuff. Whoever went out, he would follow us all the way to the gate and waited by the stairs until the car was out of his sight - then he would jump back in the house again. When we reach home, he would run to us and greeted us with long mews. That was his daily routine. Everyone loved him. My dad who wasn't keen on having him eventually loved him too. Feefee brought smiles and laughter to us - can't deny that he was the one who kept this family together too. We share stories of what that little kitty was doing and laughed together. Even till today, we would reminisce what he used to do and chuckle. We all missed him.
On the 10th, we noticed that he wasn't active as he used to be. There were no morning mews but we assumed that he was still full. However, later in the morning, we called him again and there seemed to be no response from him. So I picked him up and that was when my mum noticed the small cut on his hind leg. We brought him to the clinic for a check up. According to the vet, it was nothing serious and gave him vaccination as well as antibiotics. So we brought him home. Later in the afternoon, we noticed that he was heaving but we thought that it was an after effect of the vaccination. He was our first cat so we weren't sure about it. texted the vet, asking why he refused to eat or drink. I was told that it was the effect of the vaccination. We took no further notice about the kitty who kept hiding himself behind flower pots - if not, under the tree in our neighbour's compound.
On the 11th, the heaving was worst. My mum said we should take him back to the clinic for another check up. My friend, Nini, came and drove us back to the clinic. The vet was on house call so we put Feefee there with the vet's assistant and went out for lunch/drink. Right after eating, I got a call from the vet who gave me the bad news. Feefee was suffering from internal bleeding on the stomach and it wasn't detected the day before because the internal bleeding was slow. We had to admit him to the clinic and the vet told us to pray for him. There was 50-50 chances that he would survive. At night our parents, my sister and I visited him again. My mum called him and petted him but he refused to look at her and turned towards the wall instead. He was still breathing heavily. The vet told was that someone might have kicked him hard on the stomach. Who would do such a cruel thing? What benefits could they get from kicking a little kitten?
Little did we now that that night was the last night we saw him. On the 12th, we planned to visit him again at night, after my dad came home from work. In the morning, the vet texted me, telling me there was a slight improvement. Feefee peed on his shirt too. -_- We were relief but it was short. Later in the afternoon, around 3.30pm, the vet called. Feefee died of a heart attack. He was choking at first and his heart was beating very fast. Maybe the internal bleeding was too serious and the medication didn't work on him. It was a dark day for us. We cried but we knew it was for the best. At least he didn't have to suffer anymore. He probably was in a lot of pain for the last three days and he was breathing heavily. It was so bad that he refused to eat, drink and sleep.
He was only going to his 5th month when he died. Short lived but he definitely lived a good life. We gave him what we could. Today is his burial day - all arranged by SSPCA. We didn't want to see his body. It was heart breaking.
But maybe, today, we're adopting a new kitten. Later in the afternoon, we're going to SSPCA again to select the kittens.
Edit: We went to SSPCA. Turns out that they close on Wednesday. -_-
This blog is a new start for this new kitten.
Feefee, a few days before he died.
Rest in peace.
You'll always be remembered.
Actually I called him Toffee but his nickname was Feefee. However, the doctor wrote his name as Fifi. So, I'm going to start calling him Fifi.
Fifi was adopted on the 13th November 2009 at Spring, Kuching. It was a SSPCA event. There were lots of cats but only one caught my eyes. It was a mix Siamese. He was still so tiny then and naughty too. I love his dark brown, light brown and white fur and his pair of blue eyes. I reserved him before anybody else could take him. He kept pawing and biting his big brother's tail - if not, he was squeezing himself in the food tray.
I brought him home to my grandma's house where I planned to keep him there until he's a few months old. However, my grandma couldn't stand his naughtiness and decided to give us back. We accepted him and brought him back to our house. There wasn't much trouble. We bought him more collars and toys. On Christmas, we bought him a bed which he enjoyed for a couple of days. -_- On a rainy day, he'd sleep on the bed but on a hot day, he slept on the floor tiles.
Every morning, he would mew for food and asked to be petted. Then he would sit down quietly and watched us doing stuff. Whoever went out, he would follow us all the way to the gate and waited by the stairs until the car was out of his sight - then he would jump back in the house again. When we reach home, he would run to us and greeted us with long mews. That was his daily routine. Everyone loved him. My dad who wasn't keen on having him eventually loved him too. Feefee brought smiles and laughter to us - can't deny that he was the one who kept this family together too. We share stories of what that little kitty was doing and laughed together. Even till today, we would reminisce what he used to do and chuckle. We all missed him.
On the 10th, we noticed that he wasn't active as he used to be. There were no morning mews but we assumed that he was still full. However, later in the morning, we called him again and there seemed to be no response from him. So I picked him up and that was when my mum noticed the small cut on his hind leg. We brought him to the clinic for a check up. According to the vet, it was nothing serious and gave him vaccination as well as antibiotics. So we brought him home. Later in the afternoon, we noticed that he was heaving but we thought that it was an after effect of the vaccination. He was our first cat so we weren't sure about it. texted the vet, asking why he refused to eat or drink. I was told that it was the effect of the vaccination. We took no further notice about the kitty who kept hiding himself behind flower pots - if not, under the tree in our neighbour's compound.
On the 11th, the heaving was worst. My mum said we should take him back to the clinic for another check up. My friend, Nini, came and drove us back to the clinic. The vet was on house call so we put Feefee there with the vet's assistant and went out for lunch/drink. Right after eating, I got a call from the vet who gave me the bad news. Feefee was suffering from internal bleeding on the stomach and it wasn't detected the day before because the internal bleeding was slow. We had to admit him to the clinic and the vet told us to pray for him. There was 50-50 chances that he would survive. At night our parents, my sister and I visited him again. My mum called him and petted him but he refused to look at her and turned towards the wall instead. He was still breathing heavily. The vet told was that someone might have kicked him hard on the stomach. Who would do such a cruel thing? What benefits could they get from kicking a little kitten?
Little did we now that that night was the last night we saw him. On the 12th, we planned to visit him again at night, after my dad came home from work. In the morning, the vet texted me, telling me there was a slight improvement. Feefee peed on his shirt too. -_- We were relief but it was short. Later in the afternoon, around 3.30pm, the vet called. Feefee died of a heart attack. He was choking at first and his heart was beating very fast. Maybe the internal bleeding was too serious and the medication didn't work on him. It was a dark day for us. We cried but we knew it was for the best. At least he didn't have to suffer anymore. He probably was in a lot of pain for the last three days and he was breathing heavily. It was so bad that he refused to eat, drink and sleep.
He was only going to his 5th month when he died. Short lived but he definitely lived a good life. We gave him what we could. Today is his burial day - all arranged by SSPCA. We didn't want to see his body. It was heart breaking.
But maybe, today, we're adopting a new kitten. Later in the afternoon, we're going to SSPCA again to select the kittens.
Edit: We went to SSPCA. Turns out that they close on Wednesday. -_-
This blog is a new start for this new kitten.
Feefee, a few days before he died.
Rest in peace.
You'll always be remembered.
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