Wordless Wednesday 5/2014

Buttercookie

There are always flowers for those who want to see them...

Mommy. I call her Mommy.

First time i saw her... Victor was giving her a bath.
She was all stinky but smiling.
Such a sweet Mommy she is.

Heavily pregnant and lifted off the street by our one man rescue.

Our rescue consist of only one man and a red van.
He's a retired man with some time on his hands.
A wonderful person who devotes most of his time saving and feeding strays in my hometown.
He is not even a Malaysian.
He doesn't want to be recognised for his work.
He works quietly in the background.
Only the animals know of his work.
Only the animals know of his kindness.

A few days later, we were greeted with this one morning.

Mommy: I got some gifts for you all

Mommy is not a big dog. She's just a regular size dog. But look at how many she hid in her small body.

Mommy: I think i am hungry. Do you have some food for me.

And there were six. All six beautiful fat lil babies survived. Three boys and three girls. We named them the Oodles of Fun Family.

They sure were a fun lil pack. They grew very fast. In a short two months, they were ready to find homes.

The busybodies. Their bodies are always wriggling and dancing and forever moving. 

Their bodies are always so busy.

Mommy and Jake

Word went out thru the grapevine. An adoption drive and soon.. one by one... they left. Each puppy were spayed before they were released to their forever families.

What about the mommy? Everybody loves a cute lil puppy but what about a grown up stray?

She has lived all her life on the streets. Running and looking for scraps of food. Sometimes some people can be mean to strays. The splash hot water to shoo them away. They stuff themselves silly with so much food on their table while a hungry stray dog stand meters away. A morsel of food for me please sir?

She remained a very trusting dog even thru the years of living on the streets. She burrowed deeper into my heart each time i see her. I kept telling myself if nobody adopted her, i'll take her home.

Mommy is to be released and managed as a TNRM dog if she is not adopted out within a timeframe. We needed to use her living space for another rescued mommy with another 6 puppies. Its a never ending cycle if people still do not believe in spaying/neutering their pets.

Mommy was adopted out yesterday. She is now living with a boxer furry buddy. If they can tolerate each other, the family will keep her. She is on a trial basis with this family. I know she's gonna do great. She is gonna burrow into their hearts like she did with mine and with some other volunteers that fed and loved her these few months.

Happy Trails Mommy. You are indeed one fine lucky girl. Thank you for your lessons on love, trust and innocence.

Noah's Ark do not have a dog shelter. They manage the cattery for ISPCA Ipoh. They do a lot of TNRM (Trap-Neuter-Return-Manage) for the strays in Ipoh.

Think... before you buy another puppy in the window. Adoption Saves Lives. Each Adoption Saves Two.

Hungry

This dog is hungry. We saw it looking for food.. scraps of food by the lake at Gunung Lang, Ipoh. If she is fast, she could get herself a very big fish as there were a lot of fishes just by the jetty and near where she is now.

This house was filled with hungry kids... teens to be exact last week. It was the school holidays in Malaysia and my niece and nephews were home. It was nice to have so many people in the house. We even had one of their friends who stayed with us for a few days. The last of the kids left this morning.

Dom was so busy herding people here and there, he even forgot about his naps.

Blimey! Herding sure is hard work. I got kids flowing outta my earssssssssssss...

I had fun too torturing my sister's kids :) 

First, i told them.. this is a self-service house. 

You need anything... get it yourself. 

If you are hungry, fry an egg or eggs or find something to eat. 

After you eat.. wash your own plates. 

When you wake up.. fold your blankies... 

When you open the door.. close it back...

Open a shampoo bottle... close it back.. 

and and and.. 

yada yada yada.. 

nag nag nag... 

i didn't know i could nag so much *LOL* 

Then it got to.. take Dom for a walk.. 

and and.. 

urmm.. 

hang the clothes out to dry.. urmm.. 

keep the clothes.. 

fold the clothes.. urmm.. urmm.. 

i can be quite a slave driver sometimes.

Actual fact, i am the slave ^-^ most of the time. But they did help a lot in the house. It was fun to have them around. You can poke them and open their eyes to get them to wake up. They don't get angry with you. You can nag the living daylights out of them, they will still smile and grin at you. You can ask them to wash a whole lot of dishes and pots, they don't mind. My sister did bring up some very nice kids. She did well there.

The above picture of the hungry dog by the lake was taken by my niece Rachel. As she is the youngest in the house, we always bully her. Her brothers and me. She's a tough one, she always smiles even when she is bullied. Her brothers calls her the blurr one.

She loves to draw and she loves photography. She never handled a SLR before. But to teach her to be more observant of her surroundings, we made her the official photographer that day when we went on our outing. Quite a big heavy camera for a kid of 14 to handle but she did well. She had the biggest grin on her face that day. She took some very nice shots. Very steady hands.

Children can be quite brilliant if they are given the chance. They are always hungry to learn. 

With social media taking their world by storm, children see more of their computer or mobile screen more than the faces of their loved ones or the things that are around them. They would stand to lose so much in the years to come. They might only see the Rafflesia in wikipedia and never know what a beautiful but stinking flower it is in real life.

Social media. Are you good or bad for us.

When Cat Watching Got Us Into Trouble...

pssst! quit it with the cat watchin' already! heeheehee. ;)

*woof*
the booker man

We have to write something after that comment above from The Booker Man. Our apologies for being away for a whole week + 2. Cat watching did get us into trouble after all. *LOL*

There's a golden rule in this house. No pets were allowed IN this home last time (but we did have hamsters IN the house when we were kids). When we were kids, our dogs lived in their doghouse out in the yard. It was a mighty big dog house with a two room feature under the coconut tree :)

We didn't have any dogs inside the house last time because i was asthmatic when i was a kid and parents being protective and careful, they always try and prevent the flying furs and stuffs. And then there was the tick factory factor (there was no such thing as Frontline back then).

That is until Piper came along. Since he was just a cute little small fluffy, the rules were bent. After Piper came Dom and he was to be a companion to my mom and dad. Since he was a curly, he surely could not be living out in the garden. It would be a huge task getting all the sand and grass from his curly self. And since he came from so far away, he has to be IN the house. That makes it two dogs in the house.

yes yes.. it was me.. 

only the cute fluffy small guy can tweak house rules with cuteness.

We got a wee bit carried away with the cat watching and the cats got friendly. They greet me each time i come and feed them in the garden. They run quickly and walk beside me and wait patiently for their food to be passed out. They are usually quiet. A calming presence.

After they eat, they climb the trees and sharpen their claws on the branches and sometimes they pose for me for photographs. They are such a joy to be photographed when they trust you. Sometimes you see them falling over each other and playfully bob each other's head. When you look at them a little longer, you'll notice that all of them have different color shades on their iris. We are gonna do some sketches with the photos soon.

Yes Booker.. Dom did get bobbed in the head by the cats for getting too close to them. Dom thinks that they are his friends. He lacks companionship in another furry. What a dog really wants is another doggy friend... or maybe just another furry.

 Now all SHE takes are just blurry crummie mobile pictures of me...

Just in case you all forgot how my handsome self looks like.

Now all SHE watch is just them kitteh cats.

One fine day, i was watching tv in the hall and my dad called out to me. I went to him and he asked me to take a good look in one of the rooms. We had one of the cats sleeping nicely on the bed. He was angry.. very angry. He hit the roof. He said NO CATS IN THE HOUSE. Do you know they are strays. Do you know they have ticks. The cat scurry away from his slumber and ran out.

We have sliding doors in the hall and most of the time, the doors are open and this fella probably thought he'll test his luck and stay for keeps.

This is not my house. I don't get to make the rules. Its my dads. He has rules. And no cats in the house is one of them. I really didn't know the cat has come in and made this house his home. It was just this one time. He was really mad. He told me to stop feeding the cats in the yard. They are strays and they know how to survive. Don't mess with the order of nature.

He told me that i am spending way too much time doing silly things. Feeding the cats when i really don't have much time (feeding the cats actually only takes 5 mins). I work @ home because i asked to be based at home to take care of things here since mom passed away. Its been almost four years since i came home. Sometimes the days are tough because i have my opinions on certain things and dad surely knows better since he is older. Usually i keep quiet and just let it slide.

I am actually too old to be afraid of my dad's nagging. I did sneak out and still feed the cats when my dad goes out. He knows. He just let it slide too. Maybe he was just having a bad day that day. He is right about the ticks and we don't really have that much money to put frontline on all the cats that come by.

I have my reasons for feeding the cats. They work for me. Really they do. Having some cats around keep the rodents away. Have you seen the rats in the drains? Once the cats left me a dead huge rat in the garden drain and showed me that they have done their job.

Rodents do bring more sickness that a mere cat. Rat urine is most deadly. If you have loads of stuffs in the house in bags and boxes on the floor, the possibility of having rodents around is highly possible. Unless you have pest control that comes every single month. People have died from contaminated food stuffs from rat urine.

I was chatting with my dad just now. I told him about the big black rat that Dom and i passed by when we were out walking. The rat was without a head. Yes.. the strays cats were doing their job.

They don't eat much really. They just like to hang around and play in the garden. They are very calming to watch. The housewives around here, watch the cats too while they are cooking in the kitchen. The kitchen overlooks the backlane. I've seen most of them watching the cats while they are cooking. Sometimes, they hand out some food for the cats too.
 
Sometimes cat watching too much does get you into trouble. And i got into trouble with my dad. *LOL* A whole lot of other things happen too this past weeks. I'll probably tell it to you all slowly but surely.

We are heading off to visit grandma at the temple, mum at the church and Stephanie at another temple. On Sunday, we'll have to head off to Lenggong, Perak very early to visit grandpa's grave. Its the chinese all soul's day next week. Usually we'll go on a weekend and visit our ancestors, clean up the graves and pay our respects.

I'll grab some photos to share with all of you. Lenggong would be nice to be photographed again. Here's some photos from our last trip. I'll promised it won't be another week before our next post. *LOL* We shall cut down on them cat watching.

Confront a child, a puppy, and a kitten with a sudden danger; the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission, the kitten will brace its tiny body for a frantic resistance.