Wednesday, July 30, 2014

More on Moz..

Mr. Moz bit me.  That was what this kitten did when I cuddled him. I did a quick calculation in my head. He is about 5 weeks old (my estimation). I lifted him onto my lap and checked. He has teeth! In his mouth there was a row of tiny teeth down and up. Oh...pointy ones too. 
I decided to feed him kibbles for juniors. He struggled to eat. So I had them crushed into smaller pieces soaked with a little milk. He ate them albeit with a little difficulty. I guess the kibbles were rather hard for him.
He still eats with both paws inside the bowl. I  had to have a bigger bowl secured with wires onto the cage. Then, a smaller one placed inside. This way, the feeding bowl will not topple or move and Mr. Moz could eat comfortably.  
He seemed to be a happy and active kitten. He is growing and I noticed he has started to preen himself. He has also started to purr. This is something I find very fascinating. Moz purrs whenever I touch and carry him. He does it really loud. Sounds like a little machine gun went off inside his tiny body.
I had to change from a water bowl to a water feeding bottle. The reason was...Mr. Moz would dunk his whole head into the water. He was really funny. I think it was because he could not see the water. The second reason was he is a very active kitten. He climbed all over the cage and fell more than once into the bowl. He was lucky it was only a small bowl of water.
It took me a few days to guide/lead him to the water bottle. I would then squeeze the bottle and water would drip from the nozzle onto his face.  Occasionally, the water would get the mouth and Moz would lick the water. Finally, he found the water bottle and nozzle on his own. Hurray for Moz and me. 
 Bottle with crystal balls inside makes sound that Moz love. 
Due to his eyesight problem, Mr. Moz is confined in a cage at night. During the day, I allowed him to roam within the kitchen area. I have a mat placed near his cage and he usually plays there. The mat also serves as a guide for Moz I noticed he never venture too far from the mat. Following his sense of smell (I think), he is able to get into his cage for water or food. Store bought toys are modified by adding a bell or anything that would make a noise to interest him and also to 'guide' where the toy falls.
Note the box inside the cage
As he likes the stand of the breakfast counter, I decided to make that area his play area.  He spends a great deal of time playing here. Boxes, toy mouse, rags, strips of rags...almost everything fascinates this little one.  
Other than his slight deformity, Moz does everything a normal kitten would do. Wonder of wonders, he uses the litter box inside the cage as and when he needs to. There has been no accident. He eats, he plays and he sleeps. At times, I was pretty sure his eyes followed my hand gestures when I talked. I wonder is...Moz really blind?
When I first rescued Moz, I had him placed in a box. I did not want another kitten. Adoption was what I had in mind for this kitten.  A few days of care and a box would suffice, was what I thought. This box has since been cut up and place inside the cage. It serves as a ‘bed’ for Moz.  Look at how much Mr. Moz has grown. :o)

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Mr. Moz

What the vet told me I take it as correct. If the kitten keeps walking into the wall or in my case, the doors of the cabinets, then it is blind.  The age according to the is about 4 weeks old. Miss Munch was about 4 weeks old when I brought her to the vet to confirm. Blue was also about 4 weeks old. Both these kittens (I rescued) could eat kibbles soaked in milk. Both of them (Munch and Blue) could eat prepacked fish bought from the store.
The first thing I did when I got home was feed Mr. Moz fish from the packet. I thought that would be soft enough for it.  No, all Mr. Moz did was suck. I could hear sounds and the fish was not eaten.  It was getting dry. From what I could see, he was struggling with the food. Everything got pushed over/out of the bowl. 
Mr. Moz would sit and meow…meow…(it gets louder) whilst I cleaned the bowl and the fishy mess.  Different bowls were used to feed him the fish but nothing materialised. Then I thought maybe he does not like the fish.
So, I had the kibbles soaked in milk and gave it to him. He practically dived into the bowl for the food. He must be very hungry. I sat and watched. He made sounds. He was not eating. Again, he was sucking at the food! He was not getting the solid only the liquid. The food was getting dry. He is 4 weeks old; he should be able to eat soft food I told myself. He nosed the food around. His paws trampled on the food. He even falls asleep on the food. I have to lift him up and put him into the box to rest with food stuck on his paws. Then he would start to meow and become restless.  I got irritated. Everything was so frustrating. What is wrong with this kitten?  I sat in front of the cage. I stared at him. He meowed at me. Maybe he is less than 4 weeks old.
Then it dawned on me. The vet could have given me the wrong information. Mr. Moz is not 4 weeks old. My hubby told me that kittens, they grow very fast.  That could mean Mr. Moz was just a week or maybe two weeks old (he has a coat of fur) when I brought him home. Add 5 days till the visit to the vet; he would be roughly 2 weeks plus old. At most, 3 weeks.  I decided to go back to my earlier way of feeding him... milk using the dropper.  And... make a mouth check. Oh, Mr. Moz has no teeth! Only very hard gums.  
Ah…a sign of Mr. Moz doing well. Poop in the litter tray (improvised to give more space in the cage). 
He runs along the walls whenever he is let out to play. We take it that it is because he is blind. 
 His eyes are still cloudy and bluish in colour. According to the vet, he is blind. I have my doubts and still hoping and praying. :O)

Friday, June 20, 2014


I was sitting at the patio with Miss Munch, our cat (Yes, I now have a cat!)  when my husband walked towards us. "I do not think you will like what I have to tell you", he said. He just came back from his walk with the dogs. “Yeah?” was my reply.  “I heard a loud meow near the bushes and the dogs went sniffing. I took a peek and I think there is a kitten there” he continued.  I raised my eyelids and looked at him. What should I say? We already have a cat.  As, we sat at the patio talking and playing with the pets we heard...’MEOW MEOW!’  After a while it stopped.  I told hubby, I think the mommy cat has returned to her baby. With that said we went inside and got ready for bed. I never gave the kitten much thought.
The next day before I could say hello to my friend (on chat); she told me she has some bad news for me. “Oh…what is it”, I asked her. Blue (also an abandoned kitten) died, she told me. It was some virus that he caught. Sad as it is that he should die, I told her I am happy that he was given 2 plus years of happiness with Azliena, the woman who adopted him.  It was then that I remembered the kitten in the bushes. I told her about the ‘meow meow’ in the bushes and went as quickly as I could to check on the kitten. It was drizzling and I took along a carton box, just in case the kitten is still there.
I found the kitten after calling out “meow meow” and got a somewhat hysterical meow in reply. I think the breaking of the twigs and branches startled it. Where the kitten was, gave me a surprise.  It was in the middle of a bush of 'mother-in-law's' plant. Thick plot of it. Now, there is no way this kitten crawled there.  It would have landed in the drain like Blue. A section of the plants looked trampled. I think human hands put the kitten there. “HELLO… haven’t you people heard of SPCA or animal rescue organisations?” I wanted to shout down the street. It was drizzling. I have to protect this lump of mud from the rain I told myself. I tore the box open and put it above the bushes to protect it.The kitten really looked like a small lump of mud. I ran home. My conscience would not let me leave the kitten in the bushes. So, I called my husband and told him of my intention to bring the kitten home. He gave me the go ahead. At lightning speed, I got a pair of gloves, a little container and a pair of scissors to cut the plants away. I came back with the kitten in the container. It was soaking wet.
Oh goodness gracious, who did this? This looked like a newborn. I think the mother was still nursing it judging from the condition. It did not look scrawny. It is just tiny.  How long have you (I mean the kitten) been left there in the bushes (God knows how many hours before husband discovered it) and the many plus hours till I brought it home. That was the reason, it is weak. It is not going to die. All these thoughts ran through my mind.
I used a dropper I had in the house to feed it milk. Initially, I fed it diluted milk (half-strength). It didn’t respond well to the milk. Then I remembered what my Swedish friend taught me to prepare when I rescued Miss Munch.  Hmmm..Miss Munch that will be another story.
Next, I went searching for feeding bottles. The biggest pet shop told me they would get their stock the next day… and the next. I made three trips and I got nothing.  I decided to buy a bigger dropper from the pharmacy. Ahh….finally bliss when it is feeding time though not all the time. 
Two days after having the kitten in the house, I noticed something out of the ordinary. The kitten walked straight into the wall. It happened more than once. I took pictures of it and zoomed to take a look at the eyes.  The pupils appeared cloudy. I could not help thinking that this kitten is blind and that was why it was left in the bushes. However, the other two men gave me better ideas. They both think that this kitten is young. Give it time to grow and for the eyes to develop and…the genitals too.  All 3 heads and 3 pairs of eyes are still unable to tell whether this kitten is a He or She.  Ahaahaa… At least it is not just me alone. That is how hopeless we are with cats.
2 days passed and into the third day.  The kitten began to show signs of stress and discomfort.  It would crawl around in the box I placed it. It can’t really walk and the head would always be pressed to the ground.  I have strong feelings that it is blind. Evil thoughts started to creep into my head. I wanted to put it to sleep IF it is blind. To begin with, I am not really a cat person and to care for a blind kitten?  
Then some problem cropped up. Kitty started to go a little off food and restless. When it meows, it clearly sounded like a meow full of distress. I am beginning to feel helpless as even feeding time has become a war time. I decided to check the web (something I have been doing all this while) paying more attention. Not just glance and read from first to last line in say…10 minutes.  Massage the kitten? Oh, this kitten needed to be massaged to coax it to poo. No wonder the stomach looked big and felt hard and I thought it was a result of my good work.  It has been 2 days of no urine out and poop!!
I gave it a massage from the head till the tail. Common sense told me to do more near the tail part of the under body.  Shiiish…the urine came.  Oh my…it could have filled up to a litre. It was urine all over. Then kitten started to ‘Meeeooowww’ really loud.  It did that for a quite some time then the poop came.  Hooray…I did it. Yes!  Every time these acts are done, I will tell kitty this, “You are making the neighbors think that I am torturing you but, you really are enjoying it albeit all the ‘extremely loud meows”. 
Four, five days went by. Feeding and caring for kitty was light and easy.  It gives little problem.  Even poop-time is done swiftly with no struggle and mess. The loud meows, oh it is still there whenever the poop is coming out.  Massage was still needed for ease of pooping.  
It could hardly walk. It was crawling on it's belly
A visit to the vet did not provide husband and me a 100% confirmation. I asked the veterinarian to check how old the kitten is, the sex and to confirm if it is blind.  These were the answers given to me. Arr…the kitten is roughly 4 weeks old. What? (Said silently to myself). I know it could not be so old. Look, it could crawl and that is not done easily. It is possibly a male. Again a what do you mean by possibly. Does it mean it is a He now and in say 4 weeks time, it will be a She? On the eyesight.  Could be possibly blind. Let it walk. If it walks into the wall or something that means it is blind. I told the Vet that, that was precisely what it did. The reason I brought it to the clinic. Oh, then it could be blind. That could be the reason why it was 'thrown' into the bushes. I have no more ‘Whats’ to ask so I left it as that. I am beginning to wonder if all the visitations we make to this vet with our dogs and cats were worthwhile. You tell me. There really is little information given. I am thinking... I need to change my pets’ doctor.
It eats, it sleeps, and it plays. It is so adorable. How could anyone just dump it into the bushes? He/She did it just because the kitten is blind? Oh, I feel sad for this kitty and even more so for the person. 
Every time I am in the kitchen or when I have the time, I will let it out of the cage.  Right, we have bought it a cage. He (I am taking it as a He) will roam happily until such a time when he sensed (I think) that I am not around. There will be meow-meow and I will respond.  My voice like husband said, is what it has learnt to respond to.  I am more than 70% sure that this little kitty is blind.  Even the eyes are not growing any clearer.
Eight days with us and kitty has now learnt to use the litter box.  Joy…for me and for it.  It was a rather cute act. I enjoyed watching the kitten inside the litter box. 
I saw it scampering around.  Trotting happily all over the kitchen and I was happy. I am still hoping and praying that this kitten is not blind. Until I saw this…it scampered straight into the wall and a meow followed.  I guessed it was a hard bump and that hurt. My heart dropped. 
Whenever I can, I liked to sit and watch it play or sleep.  When it is sleeping, watching it never fail to bring a smile or a giggle. It looked so cute. Will I put it to sleep because of the darkness it lives in? Will I give it up for adoption? 
At this moment, the answer is this kitty is not ready. it me?  It has found its way into my heart and growing  Mr Moz is the given name. :o).(more stories…coming up)