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I meant to make some calls but I can't because the dentist visit has left my mouth numb and I have to chew down on a piece of cotton.
Anyway, while we were on the way to send the maids to the shop, at some point on the frikkin' highway my brother looks out, pulls the fuck over, pops out of the goddamn car and then comes back in to hand me a little orange kitten. The little fucker then proceeds to clamber off my lap, because I'm trying very hard not to touch it because allergies, and hide in the air-conditioning vat.
At some point we determine that it has fleas up the wazoo, so when we get back to Subang, we start looking for a vet, and end up in the SS18 animal clinic, with Dr. Bala. He's been there for years and years. Roy asks me what the cat's name should be, since we have to enter a pet's name. "Orange," I say. It's a nice, descriptive, gender-neutral name. He sprays Frontline all over the kitty, and we watch as the fleas jump off or otherwise clamber all over kitty's face. Dr. Bala tells us to bring the kitten in when we're ready to give it some vaccinations, and he gives us some stuff to shoot into the cat's mouth, some immune system boosters.
We sneak the kitten back home. Roy picks one of the styrofoam boxes outside and my mother is in the dining room, so I take the kitten round to the back instead, where Roy lets me in. We put the kitten in the back bathroom, where my mother almost never goes into. Some whispered conversation with my dad out of Mom's earshot. Dad, Roy tells me, becomes reminiscent of Edward Munch's The Scream. Roy heats up a pau and digs out the meat in it for the kitten (it's three months old, the doctor thinks, and so it ought to be old enough to be weaned!), then we head to Parade for my dentist's appointment.
So now we have a kitten in the bathroom, sitting very quietly not doing anything, and we have to go check on its flea situation in a couple of hours.
It's also very cute, very sweet thus far. We haven't been able to trot it out to play with it, but it seems a pretty sedate kitty. Once we get its shots done, we'll see how it turns out.
The point is, though, we can't keep the kitten, since I'm allergic, so's my brother, and so's my mom. If you know anybody who can give it a forever home in the Selangor area, let us know.
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Anyway, while we were on the way to send the maids to the shop, at some point on the frikkin' highway my brother looks out, pulls the fuck over, pops out of the goddamn car and then comes back in to hand me a little orange kitten. The little fucker then proceeds to clamber off my lap, because I'm trying very hard not to touch it because allergies, and hide in the air-conditioning vat.
At some point we determine that it has fleas up the wazoo, so when we get back to Subang, we start looking for a vet, and end up in the SS18 animal clinic, with Dr. Bala. He's been there for years and years. Roy asks me what the cat's name should be, since we have to enter a pet's name. "Orange," I say. It's a nice, descriptive, gender-neutral name. He sprays Frontline all over the kitty, and we watch as the fleas jump off or otherwise clamber all over kitty's face. Dr. Bala tells us to bring the kitten in when we're ready to give it some vaccinations, and he gives us some stuff to shoot into the cat's mouth, some immune system boosters.
We sneak the kitten back home. Roy picks one of the styrofoam boxes outside and my mother is in the dining room, so I take the kitten round to the back instead, where Roy lets me in. We put the kitten in the back bathroom, where my mother almost never goes into. Some whispered conversation with my dad out of Mom's earshot. Dad, Roy tells me, becomes reminiscent of Edward Munch's The Scream. Roy heats up a pau and digs out the meat in it for the kitten (it's three months old, the doctor thinks, and so it ought to be old enough to be weaned!), then we head to Parade for my dentist's appointment.
So now we have a kitten in the bathroom, sitting very quietly not doing anything, and we have to go check on its flea situation in a couple of hours.
It's also very cute, very sweet thus far. We haven't been able to trot it out to play with it, but it seems a pretty sedate kitty. Once we get its shots done, we'll see how it turns out.
The point is, though, we can't keep the kitten, since I'm allergic, so's my brother, and so's my mom. If you know anybody who can give it a forever home in the Selangor area, let us know.
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