To spay or not to spay.... that is the question...

Ok. It's silly and crappy title but I'm sleepy....

Had a heated arguement on this issue. Does sterilisation and responsibility go hand in hand? Some claim that they do not and will not abandon their spawn.... will they? It's a vicious cycle. Ok, 1st litter, 5 cute kittens/puppies.... total number of pets = 7. 2nd litter, another 5 cute kittens/ puppies.... total number of pets = 12. 3rd litter, another 5 cute kittens/ pupies.... total number of pets = 17. Are they seriously keeping all 17? If they give them away.... how can they be sure that the kittens/ puppies are well taken care of. What assurance can they give that out of the 17 x the number of years the mummy cat/ dog can give birth, are not abandoned? This excludes if the spawn.... are not spawning.

In this world, be it, pedigree, cross breed or domestic cats/ dogs.... there are some abandoning issues.

Seriously people.... you think you are looking out for the welfare of your pets? They don't need to breed. If you ask me, I think some people don't need to breed. A friend's cat spotted a mohawk. not because he went to an upscale native american salon, he lick his fur off. He's not sterilised. He sprays and was frustrated he couldn't get laid, he licked his fur off his body.

Is that looking out for their welfare? Haven't they heard of the term RESPONSIBILITY? It doesn't mean just to feed them. It means the physical, social and emotional of the animals.

I feel like smacking the faces of the people who refuse to sterilise their pets.

I'm back again!

It's almost an entire month since I have blogged. I can barely keep a diary... I actually tore up my old one. I seriously do not have sentiments on material stuff.... I'll get back to this later. So much is going on in my life. Even my virtual life has to be placed on hold. Heehee

Ok. Firstly, my baby's getting better. My financials are getting worse. I'm surrounded by people who thinks that I print money for a living. Yeah I may look like I have endless rolls of $10 bills from my wallet. But I'm not. I have to save my ass off. Still ending up spending my whole entire savings and had to cukai here and there. Each time I'm left with double digit in my bank, I'll get very cranky especially when people keep asking me if I can 'help' them. WTH!!! Who's going to help me? I have a sick cat. Double digit on my credit and double digit in the bank. OH will act innocent and say.... what did you buy? Bloody hell! You don't support me and dare say what did I buy.... It's all your petrol money which you fail to pay me plus the interest lah. Think wad? Everything free ah?

Anyway, life's too short to get angry so I decided to focus on cats. I dare say it's more satisfying doing my part for animals than to humans. Some zen feeling to it all. Anyway, I did my first volunteer gig for spay day and my 2nd at the AVA roadshow. Plus I'm now a foster mummy of 3 beautiful kittens. I hope they can be adopted. They are really well behaved and super duper cute. Bear in mind that I was a non-animal person. But my life is all about taking up challenges... including OH's 'hobbies' and all.... Sigh..... I sincerely feel that dealing with animals are better than humans. The gift of a brain and logical thinking is as good as no brain if not used right.

Due to the fact that I took in the 3 kittens, I had to clear my disaster room. First, I had to clear the store room which is equally disasterous. I initially had like more than a month to clear both rooms but I got lazy. Preferred to spend my day sleeping and watching tv. But as the golden date grew closer, I got panicky and took leave last Wednesday to hopefully clear everything. I decided to take the Tuesday half day off too to give me time. Unfortunately, FIL was hospitalised and that Tuesday was spent at the hospital and mom's place as I initially wanted to buy boxes for the 'organisation'.

Anyway, I managed to attempt to clear the store room on Wednesday. But I did not do a good job as I preferred to watch tv and chat on msn. MUAHAHAHA. Mind you, the kittens were supposed to arrive on Sunday and I have 7 yrs of clutter in both rooms.

Friday night.... I started on the store room. Throwing away as many things as possible. Guess what I found? My albums!!!! I was soooooooo happy. I was more organised than I give myself credit for. hehe. Saturday. I asked Dad to help me with shelves but told him to wait another time as I want to clear the rubbish first. I woke up super duper early to clean. Good no? By night, the room looks 75% done. Funny story. OH saw the store room and how organised I've made it, he was motivated to help with the disaster room. But his motivation was... as what my friend described it.... mee maggi 5 minute. I don't care really.

By 11 pm, Saturday, I told myself that I was not as contructive as I should be so I decided to call it a night and continue Sunday morning. The kittens was scheduled to arrive at noon. Woke up extra early to resume my cleaning. Got an sms at around 10 to say foster will be late. So I told her to come at 4 pm instead.

OH gave up on me suggesting that the kittens be placed in the toilet. Hello! Toilet? That's horrible. Even though my master bedroom toilet is clean but no freaking way. With that new determination, I drove in high gear. However, by the time the kittens arrived, I have not finished! I placed them in our room first.

By dinnertime, the room is ready!

I've never felt so accomplished in my life! Now, I need to sell my dolls.... Heehee.

Peace out!