Never are you a VIP

Now life is ever changing in your eyes.

You've been indulging yourself dreadfully until "Bamm!" - you find yourself in the middle of nowhere. While people around you move on and on, you stay in put and keep wondering which way to go. Not until the moment you feel like a fish out of water do you realize you gotta lift your finger and do something, which means quitting all the goddamn thinking processes. You leave your cloud-cuckoo-land, where you used to live with confidence in your qualities, and your eyes now get fixed on the only line in black and white: you must chase.

Yet it isn’t just in a blink of an eye that you could find your way out and prove yourself. Various disguised obstacles hinder your steps, and you subsequently feel as though a cloud was hangin’ over you. You listen to many more melancholic melodies, and you, “beyond all expectations”, become an insipid old bore. Fortunately, you haven’t totally lost your energy. You persevere with efforts to appear and stay cool in any situation as you know you have to – you think you're able to keep your life in balance by having yourself involved in a lot of different things. Day in, day out you have a finger in every pie, and you suppose that your life is going on just fine. "Nice try," you might think sometimes.

Then there comes another “Bamm!” One evening, while you’re alone in the dark, you rethink your days and finally realize: you've got none in hand. You are not balanced, and all your strides haven't yet led to any result - it feels like you’re being whipped with merely facts which are hard to accept. Why are others there while I'm here? It would be presumptuous of you to comment on them, so you blame yourself and the so-called fate instead. You’ve reached the point where your thinking habit is being a real pain and you’re freaking exhausted being ensnared in thoughts at all times. You’d thought too much before you did something… You see, you gotta learn the phrase “Just do it!”

You are just a teeny weeny little person, no VIP, not even an IP, and you should learn to be a bigger self than yesterday’s. Forget about all smug guys who think the sky is beneath their limits. Forget about social standards. It is way too corny to say this, yet it’s undeniable: every trial is a worthwhile lesson - you face and defeat your own self first, and try not to coax yourself into avoiding toughies, ever.

About cats, again

Today I went to a pet shop to ask if they wanted to take in and sell the cats later; however, they said those cats were local while customers preferred Persian cats with flat faces and long hair. Ah huh, so they prefer "branded cats" which look ugly and dump pretty local cats! In addition, I was assured that SPCA will really put the cats down to sleep. They sure will have no trip to SPCA - I can't just let it be.  Ultimately, what I'm trying to do is keep them alive, not put them in the situation of being dumped, well, once more in their life. Thanks to some friends, I've now found a way which is supposedly better for them.



For the past 3 days, I've been feeding and playing a lot with the cats, and somebody seems to be laughing at it. I'm not free to be around them for ... like 2-3 hrs per day... if those hrs are useless. I said all these were tiring, yet I will still do it. What does it have to do with me being a mom who complains about taking care of her babies? Just absolute nonsense, esp. of a single male person. If one hasn't felt the urge to get up earlier to see the cats, isn't startled and worried whenever (s)he hears a loud "meow" (like yesterday when someone trapped a kitten in a dry riser), doesn't feed them, and doesn't wonder even in dreams at night what to do to keep them safe, (s)he doesn't know what I'm going through. In general, when we don't care enough to know what's going on in others' life and their feelings, we'd better not judge. Simply, each has a personal system of values which needs to be respected -- this is the first time I've felt some joy since I moved into this house, thanks to the cats =).



Here are new photos of the cats with a new "nest" which I found downstairs for them.



Hangin' on a small chair and having dinner:













"Stay put, so that I can take a photo of you!"









Can't find a place to sit in:









The new "nest"...









... with someone keeping swirling around out of excitement:









"This is Bear :|"









And a while later... Mother cat's sleeping soundly, so are the kittens:

Abandoned cats outside my door

Today's Kids are homeless cats.



Well, it just started yesterday night when someone who hasn't since shown a sign of remorse abandoned 6 little cats a few steps away from my door. A skinny mother and five 2-week-old cuties of different personalities, as observed.



Despite the situation, they look peaceful:













Beautiful mother cat:









Mother cat is always away from their new shelter, which is under a unused set of table and benches for human kids, therefore the teeny weeny "boys and girls" have to stay all by themselves most of the time.











(This little girl is always the one who occupies the comfortable "ball" bed)

















And when mom's home, it's time for a pleasant milk-sucking session:









Obviously I don't know what to do with 6 of them. It's EM and all their funny rules ::shrug::. I called SPCA and they agreed to pick 'em up, yet there'll be no guarantee - these cats will either be kept for a while or "put down to sleep" (you sure know what the SPCA officers mean!). I never liked cats, yet it's painful to bear with the fact that I can do none to help 'em.



It all boils down to a matter of values. What is the value of whoever did this stuff? And what is it of these innocent cats? It's kinda funny when you come to think about it.