Missing Miss G
The story of G. (written 28 Sept 2008) :
Dan brought a tiny bundle of fur home yesterday. Judging from the still attached umbilical cord and her shut eyes, she looks maybe 3 days old and very vulnerable. She wasn’t abandoned by choice. Dan rescued her from near the remains of her mother after what looks to be a car accident – not a pretty sight. We’ve named her G for Giant and there is actually meaning behind it beyond the irony – she was found near Giant supermart in Tampines.
After a night and a day, I’ve discovered just how apt her name is : “gee, do you need food again?” and “gee, why do you keep crying?”. As you can probably guess, I’m not just a little frustrated when she keeps crying even after I’ve fed her and cleaned her. All babies, humans or animals, just require alot of attention – an excellent practice run for babies if I have any in future.
I’ve been told that i should just put her in SPCA, never mind that they’ll put a kitten to sleep cos chances of survival is extremely slim for a newborn without her mother. I’ve also been told that it’s just a stray and it wouldn’t be shocking to leave her in any corner along any building. But it’s really tough to do that because I’ve felt her suckling from a milk bottle and occasionally on my fingers. It’s also really tough to leave for dead (as opposed to leaving because sometimes leaving isn’t a bad thing), another living being with whom you’ve spent time with and cared for.
So until we find a proper home for G, it’s gonna be a while more of mothering. Anybody looking to house a kitten, please drop me a note.
As you probably guessed, nobody was looking to house a kitten and she stayed with us since. To be honest, I don’t think I could’ve given her away even if somebody was looking. Too much emotional investment/attachment.
Fast forward to today, she’s brought us plenty of joy, fun and frustration cos she can be really naughty. As of yesterday, she also brought me plenty tears because she ran away from home.
It just kills me to think of her being bullied, or starving, or scared in the outside world. Worse, what if some cat hater got to her? What if she can’t protect herself because we only recently trimmed her nails?
Dan rightly pointed out to me that cats innately want to be free. They want to roam the world never mind that it’s at the expense of a warm and safe haven where food, water and love is plentiful. With that, I can only pray for her safety and hope she’s happy wherever she is.
Letting go is so painful but at this point, the only thing that makes sense to do.
Here’s sharing happy times with Miss G :
