Saturday, August 18, 2012

Four little paws had me...So mesmerised!



At six weeks old, Blue had grown to be extremely adorable.  He has woven himself into my heart and had his four little paws wound around me.  A dear and close friend forewarned me about the little ‘magic’ kittens possessed. Hubby had started to worry (a little). 


By this time Blue was able to eat his food in solid form.  I meant I no longer have to soak them in water. I gave him a little just to test his teeth.  Wahoo...he munched them and seemed to enjoy the munching. For his good health, I have the dried food mixed with canned kitty food. One scoop of each (mixed up) was what he ate each meal.  I enjoyed watching him eat as much as he enjoyed eating.  He never wasted any food.  He left not even a single morsel behind.  He even helped by licking the bowl clean for me! 

By this time, Blue had learnt to climb higher.  First, it was up onto a chair and from the chair to the top of the cupboard. Besides climbing up onto the cupboard, I suspect he also used the chair to 'look out' and see what is happening outside his room. I had a plank at the entrance to keep him inside the room when the house is empty.  I was worried he might hurt himself (falling down from the cupboard) so I had the chair taken out of the room.

Next was the ladder our contractor left behind. For the first few hours, it would be two rungs up the ladder and down by himself.  As such, I thought leaving the ladder would not pose any danger to Blue. The next morning, his distressed ‘meows’ had me dashing to the room. There, the little super kitty had reached the top rung and could not get down.  The ladder came out of the room as well.  He is so mischievous.

Blue was supposed to have left our home for his new one by now.  Due to my tight schedule, I could not make the time to 'deliver' him over to his new owner.  I did not mind the extra week both of us had. In fact, I welcomed the extra days, as he had become quite a part of my daily schedule. It became a normal sight to see Blue cuddled/snuggled up with me on the couch.  Even with my ailurophobia, his act did not send me into frenzy.  He is like a little human baby.  By now, he understood to a certain degree; in his little mind his extended claws petrifies me.  In hubby's words, I have become Blue's momma.  I noticed that too.  I would not deny that I was a little worried just like hubby.  By this time both Blue and I, I would say... have bonded! He even allowed me to clean his ears (shall I say I dared to) and he loved it.

  

In the evening when all of us sat down for some relaxation time, Blue normally start by playing with hubby.  When all else bored him, he would jump up to the couch I am on and snuggle up to me.  Wonder of all wonders, he will remain in the same position just so long as I am there...lying down with him.  The moment I decided to get up, he will give me that 'authoritative' glance.  I would ask, "What?" He would reply..."meow".  If I decided to go to the kitchen, he trotted along with me. 



Hubby told me that Blue thinks I am his momma.  He followed me all around the house. He stayed around the kitchen area when I did the cooking.  He sat and waited when I scooped his food from the container and followed me into the kitchen to get his wet food. The only place I did not allow him to follow was...into the bathroom or toilet. I think he would have followed had I allowed him. However, I did not as I needed some 'alone' time too. I had never had a kitten and all these amused me so. Haahaa…



Blue is one playful kitten.  Whatever time I could spare I spent them playing with him. By then he knows (I think) that when he extends his claws, they petrified me.  He had grown to be one little intelligent 'human' kitty. He had even learnt to play in a 'softer sense' when he played with me.  Those were wonderful moments treasured.
Awww...look at this Si Manja.
Towards the third week with us, Blue had learnt to 'demand'.  He would go meow and meow whenever he wanted something.  He had even learnt to give me that 'innocent, pleading' look whenever he wanted to jump onto my body. In reality, I think he wanted the whole sofa for himself.  It always ended up with I, the owner of the sofa...giving in to him! I would say…There, you could have the sofa, the whole sofa!

Enjoy the following scenes (pictures) of Blue after he has gained possession of my sofa.  He would preen himself ‘till the cows come home’. Nothing mattered anymore.

Through Blue, I discovered something about my hubby. I think it was not an intentional secret.  My hubby has had cats as pets in his younger days. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.  Oh, his vast knowledge of cats was not because I was stupid. He had lots of experience. I loved his gentle ways with Blue. The way he allowed Blue to clamour all over, his body, bite albeit softly into his fingers and clawed his arms when he (Blue) jumped from the sofa on my side over.  He remained gentle throughout the entire playtime.



Noticed the extended claws of Blue in the picture above?  That happened when hubby agitated Blue too much.  Of course, he did not bite or clawed hubby.  It was just some rough playtime.
Blue is my name.  Dancing is my game!
I have never seen an animal that gets a head rub.  Enjoyed the head rub and then nod off to sleep…sitting upright! 

If being playful was not enough.  Blue decided to become cheeky.  He started to agitate and taunt the dogs.  Days when the plank I had used to keep the dogs out was not in its usual place, Blue would start his acts of mischief.


Blue would stand near the doorway and meow until the dogs came to the doorway. Then he would back away and sit just far enough (away from the grill).  Just so, the dogs could be irritated. That was how cheeky this little ball of fur grew to be. When that happened, I have either to say Blue ‘no’, or slide the plank back into place to block both parties from each other.

We have to make some adjustments with the rules of the house.  The number one rule was to have all windows and doors closed.  The day I forgot, Blue decided to climb out of the window.  I think he craved for a little adventure.  It was a lucky day for him, as the dogs did not notice him outside.  I discovered his escapade first. I could not get angry with him as he responded immediately to my call and climbed back inside



We left the bicycles in the room as hubby felt it was something safe for Blue to learn how to climb.  Since, there were no trees for him to learn climbing. I thought it was a good idea. Cheeky as he was, Blue derived a new way to taunt the dogs. Whenever the plank was back into position to 'block' both parties, Blue would climb up the bicycle. He would sit there and our dogs would go berserk. It was also a position he would be if I were in that area and he (Blue) could not see me.
  

Blue even have a new sleeping place.  He decided to sleep on the seat of the bicycle in the daytime.  To make him more comfortable, I had a 'bed' created for him.  Blue was happy. Only the dog was not. I told myself, "Never mind if the dogs are taunted".   A little bit biased on my side. Then again, who could refuse the cute little one?


I found out, kittens are unlike puppies.  They do not just jump/take to 'strangers' immediately. In our case, it was BB when he visited.  Blue would sniffed and tread cautiously. However, once Blue warmed up, belly rubs were a welcome for him.
By this time, Blue had learnt to scratch at things.  I saw him trying the act on my sheers so I gave him a mat. (I do not have a scratching post.) Each time he tried to claw at anything, I would lift him up and placed him on the mat. He would scratch and clawed at it. Right until he left our home, nothing bore his 'signatures'.  We have three of the mats placed at different locations in the house so it is common to see him on one of them.


The following pictures are those taken of Blue on his last night spent with us. I wondered if he felt the sadness inside of me as I took the pictures.  I only know this...he enjoyed playing just as he did when he got himself adapted to us. Enjoy the pictures.











With my gloved hands, I picked the little kitty and held him. Then, he could fit into my palms.  A kitty later named Blue. I did not know how I was going to do the job.  However, in the course of it, I found great moments. Three weeks of joy was what Blue gave all of us especially me.  Blue was special to me, as I had never held a kitten in my hands since I developed ailurophobia.  If you had read my first post then you would agree with me…It 'was meant to be'.  This is courage...to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends. ~Euripides
 
I was sad. It was with mixed feelings when I had to get the basket ready to put Blue. Blue sat there and I took a last picture of him.  He had grown so much. He measured one and three quarter of my palm. I could not complete my job. BB had to put Blue inside the basket and Blue’s things as sadness had overwhelmed me. It was the day I was to hand him to his new 'momma'.   


I came home to an 'empty' house/room. Inside my heart, there was emptiness too.  I missed Blue. I had hoped to hear a 'meow' when I stepped into the house.  Imagine, I had always thought cats to be sneaky, aloof and have little fun. Blue proved me wrong. I yearn for his soft meows, the touch of his soft fur and the tap of his paws on my body. I have not completely overcome my phobia but I have...managed to cuddle him in my arms.  I even allowed him to snuggle up to me when I watched the television. How did that happen in just three short weeks?  Blue is an incredible kitten (to me). At 7 weeks and a day old (10 August), Blue was handed over to be with a beautiful woman and her family. The last I heard, he was trying to 'read'. Ha-ha...he was caught flipping pages of a book.  I wish Blue and his adoptive 'family' many beautiful, wonderful and loving years together.:o)
NOTE OF THANKS:  From Joo Gyee to Rajam to Azliena, my heartfelt thanks.  This rescue of Blue would have been futile without all of your help (not forgetting words of encouragement).  From a 'cry for help' by me to Joo Gyee.  From Joo Gyee to Rajam, a question of anyone who wants to adopt a kitty? A text by Rajam to Azliena.  Blue have a home.  Thank you so much. 
**Do what you can, with what you have, where you are. ~~Theodore Roosevelt