The gift that keeps on giving … I’m referring to a stray cat I nickname Owpy — my acronym for One White Paw.
Owpy is a cat that I occasionally feed. She appears to be feral and wary of humans but of late, whenever she catches sight of me, she will ask for food. This is after she has gotten somewhat used to being offered food if and when it is that I infrequently see her.
Otherwise I leave a bowl of kibbles out daily for whichever cat dropping by – I don’t keep track – but I’ve decided to stop this ‘soup kitchen’ after I saw a huge rat pop its head from the drain two nights ago. There is also the problem of cockroaches.
Last night Owpy gifted me with her small kitten. This is the second time she has done this. I’m already bringing up Jojo from her previous litter who is not quite a year old yet. Owpy just brings and leaves them – previously Jojo inside the house (months ago) and this one that I’ve not given a name yesterday in the garden since my front door was closed.
I suppose it is a small blessing that Owpy’s litter, or surviving offspring each litter, is only one kitten.
It was raining last night and the abandoned kitten outside was bawling its lungs out. What could I do (?) sigh.
I’ve just returned from the pet shop; had to buy kitten-formula kibbles as I had only adult cat food in the house.
(For the record, all my home cats – every single one male and female – have been spayed.)
All dogs go to heaven
What I find somewhat despairing and ironic about this stray cat giving me her periodic presents is that I’m actually a dog person. I love dogs. And I prefer dogs to cats.
My canine companion of 15 years died last year. I don’t have any dogs now.
One of the catalysts for my political articles in the mid-2000s stemmed from my dissatisfaction that the majority of public parks and even neighborhood playgrounds in Petaling Jaya and other more distant parts of Selangor I visited – driving with my dog in the back seat – would not allow dogs to be walked.
It was the inability to publicly walk my dog in recreational areas that started me off writing politically. Before that I wrote features (book reviews, travel, hobbies, ‘colour’ stories) and humour to showcase my cartooning talent.
Today the 95 percent of pro-Harapan Chinese voters seem to believe that the sun is suddenly brighter, the air miraculously fresher and the world swell and wonderful now that DAP has come to power under their newly “beloved Tun”.
I certainly hope that life for Malaysian dogs has also improved in this so-called new Harapan land.