A Most Atrocious and Barbaric Act Towards Dogs In Bali

Poisoned dogs will writhe in pain, convulsing as the strychnine paralyses their muscles, finally suffocating to death as the muscles that control their breathing fail. No dog should be allowed to suffer like this and the Indonesian Government in Bali is responsible for this cruel massacre as they organized it. 


Please help those dogs by signing the petition at the link below, and spread the word to let everyone know we need help signing the petition.


Thank you on behalf of the dogs.

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Letter From Selayang a.k.a. Sayang, The One Eye Cat

Photo taken on Saturday after removal of stitches

Photo taken on Sunday before C left

Hi, my humans call me Sayang (meaning "love") although I was given to understand that the spelling came from Selayang, where I was found.


C said she has written about me before, that my stories are published under the label "Sayang The One Eye Cat" and that any time I wish, I can publish my stories there. She said it is like a diary, although it is more like a memory bank for her. She said it will come in useful when she gets old and could no longer remember the memories that made her happy or sad.


Humans are such strange creatures. Why would they want to remember things that made them sad? And this is without mentioning their weird habit of removing their skin to wash every day. Why would they want to keep changing their skin? Don't they know it's hard to recognise them when their coat pattern changes every day? Lucky we cats have a good sense of scent and sound. We had to learn to recognise them from their smell and voice. 


Anyway, enough about them. This is about me, about my weekend. 


On Saturday, May 22, 2010
C came to see me on Saturday. I was sitting quietly, minding my own business when the light in the room was turned on. I couldn't see very well with my remaining eye and with the E-collar partially obstructing my view, but when I heard her called my name, I got up immediately and ran towards her, chattering excitedly. She chattered back, although I didn't really understand much of what she said other than "how are you, have you been a good boy, did you have lots to eat". 


She then placed me inside a carrier whilst stroking me and saying she's taking me to a vet to remove the stitches. At the vet's.....by the way, how could he be the vet when it's a different place and a different human? This human looked different from the other human who performed the surgery and kept me in their place for 4 days. They share the same name? Or they are a species by themselves?


Anyway, the vet pulled the stitches, cut off the knot, and as he dragged the stitches out of my skin, I yowled in pain and tried to push him away. He then had another human wrapped me up in a towel. C asked the vet if it hurts to remove the stitches, and the vet said yes, it will hurt a bit. The vet then pulled another stitch, and unable to use my paws to push him off, I tried to bite him. He then told C that he's going to use some anaesthetic as I am not co-operating with him. I felt a sharp biting pain, and the last thing I heard before I dropped unconscious onto the table was C stroking me saying that she's sorry she has to put me through so much pain, but that it is meant to help me. I would later find out after I woke up that there was some bleeding during the removing of the stitches, due to, according to the vet, my not co-operating with him. 


When I woke up, I was terrified as my legs were wobbly and I was unable to stand up straight, nor walk properly. But C was there, and she told me, it's ok, I'm home. I looked around, and yes, I'm home. A home where I have been living for the past one week. A home where I know I am secure and loved, and no more fears of unknown horrors on the street.


I tried to tell C to join me in my unit, that there is plenty of space for both of us. But she did not understand me. Each time I moved deeper inside my unit, she stopped stroking me. I turned around and looked at her with my good eye, but instead of coming inside to join me, she said, "ok, Sayang, have a good rest" and started to close the door. Each time, I quickly got up and rushed back to her on my unsteady, wobbly legs, and she re-opened the door and continued stroking me. Eventually I gave up trying to make her understand, and just clung to her, purring loudly to encourage her to continue stroking me. Angela was the only one who seemed to understand why I was clinging onto C.


On Sunday, May 23, 2010
In the morning, Angela came to feed us. She turned on the lights and panicked when she saw a line of blood on my eye. She tried to contact C, but could not reach her. I later found out that C had slept half the day away as her own two cats had kept her awake throughout the night, turning her bed and bedroom into a happening playground. She mentioned something about finally putting 007 out of her room at 4-ish in the morning, but Yin continued playing with an imaginary friend.


Unable to reach C and desperate, Angela called a friend who lives at Bukit Jalil to come and take me back to the vet. The vet said the pus and blood is called 'juice', and it is normal to have them leak out after stitches are removed. The vet prescribed a cream and another round of antibiotics for me. Thank you, V, for taking me to the clinic. 


At 2-ish, C arrived. I was delighted to see her again so soon, and rushed to her, meowing my welcome. We spent some lovely time together. She hand-fed me those strange, dry pieces of food, kibble by kibble, and said she was proud that I had learned to eat dry food. She asked Angela if I have learned to use the litter box. Angela told her that I am a very good cat, that I don't mess up the place, always doing my nature calls in the litter box, although sometimes there are little accidents by the side of the box, due to my not being able to see well with one eye, and the E-collar partially obstructing my view. Angela also said that I was very co-operative when they fed me my antibiotics, that her maid could also do it if Jimmy is busy.


At 5-ish, V, the human from Bukit Jalil who took me to the vet, came to visit her cat, and the three of them, Angela, C and V concurred that I am a very friendly and affectionate cat, that I must have belonged to a household before as my attitude towards humans is more like a domestic pet, not a total stray.


And I had a wonderful gift today......Angela gave me my own cat bed. She told C that she noticed I like to climb inside a box to sleep, and this bed is the last one in her shop. Thank you, Angela, for the nice and comfy bed. Meow.


Love,
Sayang The One Eye Cat


P/s: If any of you humans are reading all the way to here, thank you for reading my long-winded story.  


P.P.S: Sayang is NOT for adoption....sorry.

Shame On This Pet Shop Owner

This pet shop, on the ground floor of Tesco, Selayang started off selling only rabbits and hamsters. Two Sundays ago,  they brought in two domestic long hair kittens. They cleared a space occupied by hamsters for the kittens. 


Since it was designed for smaller animals like hamsters, the two kittens could not stand up straight. They could only stand up with their legs bent, backs hunched, and their heads and backs scraped against the top of the space. 


It's not like they don't have any cages for cats. They have several stacked up for sale. But no, they want to sell each and every cage they have, and are not willing to incur some costs to make the kittens comfortable.


And last Sunday, they added another kitten to the small space!! 


Lower Ground Floor
Tesco Selayang
1081 Jalan Ipoh
Kuala Lumpur

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Updates:
On the night of May 24, 2010 I was at Tesco Selayang once more, and I passed by the pet shop to see if any changes had taken place. The kittens are placed in two cages now. 

Goodness....I'm Certified FAT!!!

As hard as I tried, I really do not understand how I could be considered fat when my weight is within the ideal weight, and my Body Mass Index (BMI) is within the ideal BMI range.


I took one of those auto calculate your height, weight, BMI, blood pressure, pulse thingy yesterday, and was flummoxed at the results.


According to the results, I have too much body fat......but I don't want to go on a diet, I love to eat and I live to eat. It will remove my purpose for being alive if I have to go on a diet......*sweat*.

Selayang In His New Home

Picked up Selayang at 11:00am this morning. He had become afraid and gave me a small hiss when I opened the door of the cage to put him into his carrier. However, after I took him to Jimmy's and we fed him with Snappy Tom's whitemeat tuna with salmon flakes, he allowed me to pat his head and stroke him again. 


He has been prescribed antibiotics for a week, and has to have his eye checked and stitches removed next Saturday.

Yum-yum....enjoying his whitemeat tuna with salmon flakes

Still gobbling away......

Pausing to pose for a photo.......

P/S: Selayang is NOT for adoption.....sorry.

The One Eye Cat Named Selayang Part 2

Many thanks to everyone for their kind thoughts and prayers for Selayang. The surgery was completed yesterday afternoon. The vet would like to keep Selayang for one more night, for observation, so I'd only be picking him up tomorrow instead of today.


Will post up after-ops surgery tomorrow. Stay tuned for Selayang's updates.  :)


P/s: Selayang is NOT for adoption.....sorry.
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Selayang In His New Home

The One Eye Cat Named Selayang

Photo taken today (Wed 12 May), after vet has applied treatment which makes the lids kind of stick together, but before surgery and stitching up.

I like to go to Rumpun Selera, at Bandar Baru Selayang, once every few weeks for lunch. I love the Malay food there. It's simply delicious. Sometime in February or March this year, a skinny, cream coloured cat with beautiful, cornflower blue eyes started to make an appearance. It would stand on its hind legs, and touched the arms of the patrons eating there, begging for some scraps. Most of the time, the patrons would brush it away. Feeling sorry for it, I would buy a fried fish, deboned it and feed him.


A couple of weeks ago, I went to Rumpun Selera again. This time, to my horror, I noticed that one of his lovely eyes is missing. The empty eye socket looked red and sore. I couldn't imagine what pain it must have suffered. 


I couldn't stop thinking about the poor cat. What if he looses the other eye? He'd be totally blind then. Then how is he going to look for food? Those thoughts tortured me. I kept wishing that I live in a landed house so that I could bring it home and let it live in my garden.


Last Wednesday I told Angela Mun & EJ about the cat. Angela is the wife of Jimmy. They are the proprietors of Home Pet Food & Care, at Bandar Baru Seri Petaling. 

Then, last Sunday, when hubby and I were there to buy OkoPlus, Angela asked me if I could catch it, take it to a vet for treatment and bring it to her. She said she couldn't stop thinking about the cat after I told her about it, and she'd like to keep it. 


Yesterday, I went to Selayang, but I didn't see the cat. Today, I went again, and the cat was there!!  I managed to catch the cat, and it is now at the vet's. The vet asked for the name of the cat, and the first name that came to my mind was Jack Frost, as it is one-eyed, but then, its coat isn't white, so, for want of a better name, I said "Selayang".


Selayang is a very tame cat. He did not hiss nor growl when the vet opened his mouth to check his teeth & gums, nor when she took a look at his empty eye socket. According to the vet, he is definitely older than 4 years old, and is estimated to be around 6 to 7 years old.


The vet will perform a surgery to clean up the eye and then stitch it close on Thursday. Hopefully, all goes well and I'd be able to collect it on Friday. Please keep Selayang in your thoughts and prayers.


Angela dear, you are truly an angel. You and your husband do all the noble deeds out of your own money and do not seek any limelight. Both of you are truly the unsung heroes. Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart, and on behalf of Selayang. 


P/s: Selayang is NOT for adoption.....sorry.
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The One Eye Cat Named Selayang Part 2


Selayang In His New Home

Having Fun With Cat Tunnel

Another little comic strip of my cats........it's one of my favourite past-time, playing with my cats, I mean.

Blackie - extremely tired after a 2-hour-play and run.

An Extraordinary Talent - A Must See

This is an amazing video. It shows the winner of "Ukraine's Got Talent",  Kseniya Simonova, 24,  drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II.  Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.

The images, projected onto a large screen, moved many in the audience to tears and she won the top prize of about $130,000.00

She begins by creating a scene showing a couple sitting holding hands on a bench under a starry sky, but then war-planes appear and the happy scene is obliterated.

It is replaced by a woman's face crying, but then a baby arrives and the woman smiles again. Once again war returns and Miss Simonova throws the sand into chaos from which a young woman's face appears.

She quickly becomes an old widow, her face wrinkled and sad, before the image turns into a monument to an Unknown Soldier.

This outdoor scene becomes framed by a window as if the viewer is looking out on the monument from within a house.

In the final scene, a mother and child appear inside and a man standing outside, with his hands pressed against the glass, saying goodbye.

The Great Patriotic War, as it is called in Ukraine, resulted in one in four of the population being killed with eight to 11 million deaths out of a population of 42 million. 

Who Goes To Genting?

What do you do to amuse yourself in the car on an outstation trip, especially if you're not the driver?  Some women I know are very helpful, volunteering their services as co-drivers, telling their husbands to brake, slow down, or go faster before the light changes to red. Some act as eyes for their blind husband, telling them there's a car on the left, stay on the centre of the lane, and so on.


Me, I'm not so helpful. I prefer to entertain myself by doing what I call a random survey of who the travellers are. Or to be more accurate, where the travellers are from. I take note of the registration plates, and categorise them into their respective states, eg., A is from Perak, J is from Johor, and so on.


My latest 'project' was counting the cars on my way out of the car park at Genting today, from Level B5 at First World Hotel (where we parked our car) to the exit of the car park at Level B9. I started doing that as there was a traffic jam inside the car park and I was bored.


So, who goes to Genting? Where are they from? Most of them are from KL, Selangor, Johor, Singapore, with a handful from Penang, Perak, Negeri Sembilan, Pahang, Melaka in that order and two from Kelantan. I was mostly surprised to find that 33% of the cars were from Johor with 8% from Singapore. I would have expected them to go to Resorts World Sentosa or Marina Bay Sands in Singapore, instead of driving 5 hours or so to Genting Highlands. 


Hmmm.....I'd love to find out more about their demographic profile.....yeah, I'm quite nosy.  :)