OMG Moment of Horror!

-- Qish

I love going inside things -- boxes, closets, cupboards -- anything that provides dark privacy to my liking. So imagine my excitement when I found the microwave oven slightly open on the countertop. I had to investigate, of course. It smelled of chicken, perhaps the dinner I just had. It was still warm, so it was perfect. I settled in, tucked my paws and tail under my body, and waited to be swayed to sleep. Of course the hoomans were unaware of my bliss inside that silver gray box.

I dozed off. After over 30 minutes, I heard some faint noise outside. The hoomans sounded like they were looking for me! They kept on calling my name. I was answering them, but my meow only filled this small space around me. Then it hit me -- I'm trapped inside this box they call the microwave oven! I kept on meowing and meowing! But they didn't seem to hear my meows. I heard Rue scratching the surface of the oven door, and knocking off bottles and things on the counter. Finally, the hoomans realized that I was inside! They opened the door and boy was I relieved to get out of that box!

Hooman Momma's version of the story:

My parents are staying with me while my dad gets his heart workup done (check-ups, tests, etc.). While I was away, they prepared the cats' dinner. Qish being super finicky, he always demands that his meal be served warm, so it has to be heated. I normally leave the microwave oven slightly open after using it to dissipate the remaining heat, and my parents did as well. Qish sneaked into the oven and my dad closed it without realizing that Qish was there. After more than 30 minutes, they started to worry that the cats were not in their usual chase-and-wrestle play after eating. So they started looking. They heard faint meows, and opened all doors including closets, cupboards, balcony, etc. When they saw Rue scratching on the oven door, they had to check on it -- and there they found Qish, sitting regally inside the microwave oven! 

I was totally horrified when my parents told me about it! What if they didn't look for Qish? What if we only decided to open the oven door the day after, when we were about to use it? What if Qish ran out of air during his 30 minutes of adventure inside the oven? I wouldn't forgive myself if I discover Qish inside, lifeless.

Please be extra careful, everyone! After living with Qish for four years, who would have thought he could still surprise me with something like this! Another almost-heart attack moment. Sigh. I love you, Qish and Rue!

   

Bad Hair Day

-- Qish

Don't talk to me!

It's almost summer. The temperature is rising! And that means...we get a good bath again!

Momma doesn't give us a bath during the rainy season and the -ber months, because it's quite chilly. But since it's been heating up lately, I thought it would be nice to take a warm shower to cool off. I always liked it. What I don't like is when I had to dry myself up. I can't take the noise of the blower, so I had to stay at the balcony to dry myself. It's tiring to lick my whole my body in one go, that's why!

Do you love taking showers? I know Rue doesn't, but she loves playing with trickling water! We'll post her video next time :)

  

UPDATE: Manny Happily Hobbles!

-- Hooman Momma

If there's one thing I learned today, it is that there are still good and honest people in the world! Note to self: don't lose hope in humanity!

Okay, forgive me. This week I have been thinking about Manny the dog a lot ever since I got a message from the caretaker on February 7, Monday, that they haven't removed the bandage yet, and that there is a foul smell that emanates from the leg. Then suddenly, on February 11, Friday, I got another message saying that we need not to worry because they have removed the bandage, and that the wound has healed and dried up. This was on the night before our scheduled trip back to Cavite. We sort of doubted if Manny was really doing fine, so we decided to proceed with our trip.

On the road going to Cavite, Dr. Riza, Dr. Melay and myself were feeling good, not really having a bad hunch about what we will be seeing. And I guess our intuition was right -- we were pleasantly surprised to see Manny hopping with her three good legs!

It was a busy day at the DENR compound, being a Saturday. Amidst all the hikers registering and taking a breather before proceeding with their conquest of Pico de Loro, there she was -- Manny, wagging her tail, doing her job of greeting and saying hi to the hikers. She's a happy camper herself. Her injured leg doesn't have a bandage anymore, and it is healing beautifully. The wound has closed, and it seems that she has started growing her fur back on that leg.

The funny thing is, as soon as Manny saw us, she ran away! She was still traumatized by the procedures done on him to save his leg, that she thinks we are there to hurt her again! Can you believe how smart she is? No amount of food can coax her to come out and mingle with us. Although we wanted badly to hug her and check her leg, we let her be.

The caretakers warmly welcomed us. They were so proud to show Manny (even if she doesn't want to come out) and eagerly narrated how they were finally able to remove the bandage. They genuinely love their animals there, and for that, I feel guilty for doubting their words when they said that Manny is fine. They are good people, living simply in the beauty of nature.

The other animals at the compound are doing well, too. We brought a little treat for them.

Dr. Riza Zunio feeding the dogs, without Manny -- she ran away as soon as she saw us!

   Oh, and this kitty -- she is super adorable! Make sure to watch her video, she's funny :)

On our way home, we stopped by Leslie's to have lunch. What's wrong in this picture?!

Happy weekend everyone! 

  

UPDATE: Manny the Dog

-- Hooman Momma


Just dropping by quickly to say...

That we're seeing Manny the dog today! Yay! I am positive about this :)


 

URGENT: Please Help Us Help Manny Again!

-- Hooman Momma

Manny, the dog whose leg we saved two weeks ago, needs help again.

I got a text from the caretaker last night, saying that they haven't removed the bandage yet, and that there's a foul smell that emanates from the leg now.  The bandage should have been removed on Jan. 30!  It's been 8 days since the time they were supposed to take it off.  We gave clear instructions that the bandage should come off, while antibiotics are being given at the same time.

They said that Manny is very fierce and didn't want to be touched, that is why they can't take it off.  I just wish they had texted earlier so that we could have made a trip last week when the damage is not severe yet.  I have no way of contacting them as there is no signal in the DENR, and the caretaker only borrowed her son's phone to contact me last night.

We don't know how his leg is, but our priority is to remove the bandage and check the extent of the damage on his leg.  We were supposed to go last night but we couldn't get anyone to drive for us.  It's about a 2-hour drive from Manila.

NOW, WE NEED HELP, TOO.  WE NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE US THERE.  Dr. Riza and I are willing to go.  I still can't get anyone to drive for us as everyone's busy.  This is some kind of an emergency :(

Also, I am thinking of getting Manny (maybe temporarily) out of there so that we can monitor his health better in Manila.  Anyone who is willing to foster Manny?  

Please holler at me:  meow @ pawsomecats dot com

Thank you so much!

   

   

Spot the Cat 3

-- RUE


This will be tricky :)

This is Embarrassing :( (Video)

-- RUE

I don't think momma understands that this embarrasses me.  And to add insult to the injury, she posted it in YouTube with this fancy schmancy music!  My momma is B-A-D!!!

Okay, so this is about a habit that I never outgrew -- blanket sucking.  Who can blame me?!  I was weaned early because I was thrown into the streets when I was very, very young!  Of course I had to find a "cat momma" whom I can suckle on.  And the blanket was just very convenient.

I know I looked cute when I was little doing my thing --

But not anymore :(

Well what can I do?  I'm just a little kitteh asking for some warmth and love from my blankie!  :(