And the vet answered .
I came back from a three day trip to Malaysia and Kittie was acting differently along with making strange sounds. At first, I thought she may be in labor, but after several hours Nuch and I realized it was quite the opposite.
To say Kittie was in heat is putting it lightly. Kittie's cat was on fire! She moaned incessantly - every moan an attempt to silence the previous moan. With any attempt to soothe her, she got into kittie-style position, which was downright freaky. We debated putting her outside, but did not for fear of a new brood of a kitties. So, we kept her inside and suffered the insufferable.
Earlier in the evening, I was at the KL airport having dinner. In the restaurant, a child was crying, and cried/ screamed the entire time I was there. At first, it was just another annoying aspect of travel; something you need to accept when you're with a large group of random companions -, mom and dad can't leave their kid in a kennel. But after 20 minutes I could sense the anxiety among the other patrons. Even I, with my monk-like patience, began to think is this right? I mean, not turning your phone off in a movie theatre is socially unacceptable. But this kid cried on and although people were mentally digging out their ear drums, nobody complained nor grumbled into their double shot gin and tonics. It was like we had all chosen to silently suffer for the future of humanity.
I came back from a three day trip to Malaysia and Kittie was acting differently along with making strange sounds. At first, I thought she may be in labor, but after several hours Nuch and I realized it was quite the opposite.
To say Kittie was in heat is putting it lightly. Kittie's cat was on fire! She moaned incessantly - every moan an attempt to silence the previous moan. With any attempt to soothe her, she got into kittie-style position, which was downright freaky. We debated putting her outside, but did not for fear of a new brood of a kitties. So, we kept her inside and suffered the insufferable.
Earlier in the evening, I was at the KL airport having dinner. In the restaurant, a child was crying, and cried/ screamed the entire time I was there. At first, it was just another annoying aspect of travel; something you need to accept when you're with a large group of random companions -, mom and dad can't leave their kid in a kennel. But after 20 minutes I could sense the anxiety among the other patrons. Even I, with my monk-like patience, began to think is this right? I mean, not turning your phone off in a movie theatre is socially unacceptable. But this kid cried on and although people were mentally digging out their ear drums, nobody complained nor grumbled into their double shot gin and tonics. It was like we had all chosen to silently suffer for the future of humanity.
Kids get a break because at some point,we were all kids and at one time or another we likely screamed bloody murder at an airport restaurant until everyone had finished their meal and paid their bill.
Kittie didn't sound much different from this kid at the airport. Unfortunately for Kittie, I was never a cat, and when I learned that this natural process could go on for a week or more, it was time to call the vet.
Nuch took Kittie to the vet this morning. I didn't envy that ride. Nuch said Kittie wailed all the way. It was raining and traffic was bad to make matters worse.
At the time, I was at work and enjoying the peace and quiet of an industrial factory. At some point, I began to feel some pity for Kittie. With thoughts of Steve Martin's The Jerk, I was, basically, taking away her "purpose". I imagine she will come back a more docile Kittie, but the charm of Kittie is that she is a wild street cat, but a street cat that you can bring to dinner. Take away the street and she's just a cat.
Kittie didn't sound much different from this kid at the airport. Unfortunately for Kittie, I was never a cat, and when I learned that this natural process could go on for a week or more, it was time to call the vet.
Nuch took Kittie to the vet this morning. I didn't envy that ride. Nuch said Kittie wailed all the way. It was raining and traffic was bad to make matters worse.
At the time, I was at work and enjoying the peace and quiet of an industrial factory. At some point, I began to feel some pity for Kittie. With thoughts of Steve Martin's The Jerk, I was, basically, taking away her "purpose". I imagine she will come back a more docile Kittie, but the charm of Kittie is that she is a wild street cat, but a street cat that you can bring to dinner. Take away the street and she's just a cat.
Well, it's too late now.
Nuch and I were having dinner tonight and commiserating over our decision. It was just after our appetizers that the vet sent pictures to show us that Kittie was okay.
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