10 February 2007. This day is for you, sayang. I love you so much. I feel very lucky and grateful to have had the chance to care for you in my life. I love you Bunny-boy. To one of the brightest, most loving and understanding cat I feel I will ever have the opportunity to love in my life, peace to you now sayang. I leave you with Allah now. Take care.
I love you Puteh-Ban.
From your friend, Aain.
No, I’m not talking about my lover, or my boyfriend. Neither am I talking about my girlfriend (?)…I’m talking about my best friend in the whole world, my cat. My friends think it’s sad, how I love Puteh so much, but heck, that doesn’t change anything. The world can go upside down for all I care, because I still love my Bunny-Ban.
Okay, the reason why I’m suddenly declaring my love of her to the whole wide world (note: www -nice, huh? hehe) is because I’m worried. Worried sick. Worried to my bone, soul…whatever way you put it, I’m worried. Why? Because Puteh’s eating habit has really been topsy-turvy lately. I give her Friskies, she eats. Then, the next thing you know, she’s regurgitating everything back. The scary thing is, it doesn’t look like it’s been digested. Then, I give her Whiskas’s ‘wet food’ (direct translation from BM, sorry…) and she eats it up, but only a little. Next second, same thing happens. She gets it all out again. This doesn’t really happen everyday, but frequent enough to get me worried.
Yesterday, I boiled her a tuna fish (straight from the shop, my maid bought) and she loved it. She even licked and tried to eat the sharp tiny bones that I’d put aside. But, sometime around 8 o’clock, she does it again. Yup, you got it. Everything came out. Plus…I swear, it looked exactly the same like it did when it got in! I don’t know what to do…So again I complained to everyone at home. *sighs*
Today? What happened today? Aiihhhh….Worse.
She won’t even eat! First I gave her the same thing. Tuna, boiled. All bones removed. I mixed it with a little bit of rice, just in case she didn’t like tuna only. I gave her that, and she turned away from me. I coaxed her; talked to her in soft tones, hugged her. The most she gave me was a sniff at the food, a brief look at me, then she went outside to sit in the sun. Fine. Strike one.
Then, I poured her some Friskies. She looked -about 2 seconds; I brought the food to her by the way- then she ignored it. Strike two.
Next, I tried milk and cheese. Sometimes, once in a while, I give her milk. In those ’sometimes’, she only drank a little. So, really I didn’t have any hope with the milk, but I gave it a shot anyway. No go. The cheese? ‘Sometimes’, I also give her cheese. She likes a little bit of it, I dunno why, she just does. Sometimes. Her reaction when I carried her back inside, put her down on the counter and gave milk and cheese to her? You guessed it, strike THREE.
My last resort. Ikan goreng half eaten by my wonderful family. I pinched a little of it and gave her. Along with the fish, I took a little more than a pinch of chicken. All laid in front of her. Then, by some weird logic, I put the plastic container full of Friskies beside all that. For comparison, I told myself. She looked at the fish and sniffed it -4 seconds- then turned her nose at it. Then, the chicken. 3 seconds of looking briefly, then no. By then, I had lost all hope. I just wanted to cry, and I almost did. Then, I coaxed her to look at the Friskies. She looked at it for 2 seconds, then she turned her attention back to the pieces of ikan goreng. Comparison time.
I held my breath.
She sniffed it, then licked it.
My heart wanted to burst already at the suspense…Come on, come on, I said.
She ate a little of it, then a little bit more.
I was smiling so wide I knew my younger sister would have thought me a freak. A promotion from the post of ‘weirdo’.
Then, after a little bit more, ( very very little ‘bit more’ ) she had had enough. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
I pat her head and cuddled her. ‘Why won’t you eat’ kept repeating in my tired, tired mind. She gave a meow and hopped off the counter.
HHhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .
{ That was a very very tired and worried sigh, by the way }
Right now, she’s sleeping next to Along on the couch. Me? I’m writing this out, my heart really really tired. Tired because I’m worried. Not tired because I’m sick of it.
At dinner tonight, I told my mum and dad about this very very big predicament. I suggested the vet. They said weekends.
Hhuuhhh .
{ Now, that’s a partially relieved sigh, by the way }
So now, I’m waiting for the weekends to come. Saturday. Oh, wait. That’s tomorrow, right? ( it’s now 1.09 am Friday )
Good.
All now rests in Allah’s hands. I can’t bear it if she stays sick like this. I’m well aware of course, that death has to come to us all, including my Bunny-Ban, Puteh. But that doesn’t mean I have to love it.
To Puteh, my sayang…Get well.
Signing off,
Aain.
