As you can well tell, I've decided to start updating my blog again. The other thing is, my human came by to visit, and she had this new camera, which she wasted no time using, and insisting that I put these up.
Looks like she had some fun with photo editing software too.
It's been a while since I last made a posting, and quite a bit has happened. The biggest thing is that I've moved from Auntie S' Punggol house to Lim Chu Kang Lane 1, or rather, she moved me and my roomies here about two weeks ago. Talk of ulufied boondocks.
We are now in a new boarding kennel. My roomies and I are taking up four cubicles which are penned together as one area. It's more like a shed that we are housed under. Fans are overhead, but they aren't turned on and it's bloody hot these days.
Auntie S' other cats - those who don't have owners and who she's trying to re-home - are here also, but they are penned in different enclosures.
This is much further away from where my human lives, and if she visited me so rarely back when we were in Punggol, I daren't think about how often she'd visit now. I heard her tell Auntie S that it took her 45 minutes of driving along Singapore countryside to get here. Geez, when you remember that the island is that small, driving 45 minutes must be really, really far.
I distressed my human when she saw me. I heard her ask Auntie S how come Nookie has lost all interest in grooming himself, and that even when she used to bathe me only once a year (New Year's Eve), I was always lily white. And I have lost weight too, she noted.
Her face furrowed with worry, she whipped out a pack of tissues and started cleaning my eyes, ears and face. She asked for a brush and brushed me down. I felt a lot better and cleaner after that.
She had a discussion with Auntie S in my presence, and I heard them list the possible causes: Old age, shock and trauma from the move from Punggol, or (*gasp*!) ILLNESS.
Auntie S said a vet was coming by the kennel the next day and my human promptly asked her to get him to examine me, give me my shots and do whatever tests are necessary.
Knowing her, she's gonna go home and promptly Google everything about cats losing weight to cats not grooming themselves.
What can I say? I hate changes, that much is clear. And I really can't be bothered to clean myself much these days. My appetite for food and water are still OK, and my toilet is fine also.
How much is there to look forward to when one is quashed with some very mightily different "caternalities" in a confined space and given not much human conversation or playtime?
The days stretch interminably before me. Every day is the same. Human not likely to come by. If she knew this, she'll feel guilty all over again for dumping me here.
