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Tiga has the characteristics of all cats — he is very curious. Can’t really blame him since he is cooped up in the house everyday, he has probably checked all every single corner of the house many times. So whenever we open the cupboard or door to a room usually closed, he can’t wait to check it out.
The front door when opened is irresistible to Tiga — it’s always filled with interesting sounds and new space to venture. He used to dash out but after going out and getting lost once, he will sit at the door, looking and listening intently to every sound.
Last Tuesday, the temptation of sneaking onto the corridor seemed too much and Tiga went out. Without anyone noticing.
When we came back from dinner, he did not come out from his sleeping spot as usual so I thought perhaps cos James the almost stranger is around, he prefers to stay in his hiding place.
The next morning came and still no sound nor sight of Tiga, food was also untouched. I went few floors up and down but still no sight of him.
When i got back from work, i checked the food and it was still untouched. Evidence that he is truly not home. I combed every floor in my block knowing his timid character, he wouldn’t be venturing anywhere out of the block. Despite checking under every flower pot/shoe rack and calling out his name, there is still no sight of him.
My thoughts was someone had caught him and brought him into their house. So I wrote a handwritten note and stuck at the lift lobby on groundfloor, hoping someone would see and call me.
No calls came that night.
I was thinking Tiga would not be coming back anymore but when I got to office , a call came! My neighbour on the 8th floor called saying her maid saw a cat hiding outside her unit. I immediately called home and James was despatched to rescue him.
Thank goodness Tiga did not attempt to run away and James brought him home safely. Accordingly to dad he went into hiding the moment he was home but came out shortly when mom called him cos he was too hungry.
Mom called and told me Tiga has lost weight.
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2 nights only cannot be lah.
When I got home, Tiga came out of his hiding and looked shaken. I scooped him up to shower him cos his tail turned greyish from all the corridor dust.
Amazingly there wasn’t too much of a struggle, just alot of complaints (meows), i guess warm water helps to calm him down. His fur got a good wash with my shampoo and was so thick i needed 2 towels to dry him.
He was not very happy about how wet his fur is and kept grooming himself.
Now he stays very far away from the front door when it was opened. Lesson learned? Maybe for 2 weeks.
Here’s Tiga with his half-dried fur after shower.
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It was the final 5 Herceptin treatments to go and after unsuccessfully inserting the IV into the veins on my right hand, the nurse moved up to insert on my arm, where you’ll usually draw blood.
I sat next to the same aunty I met in previous session, who kept chatting with me and offered me fruits. She’s nice, just alittle too chatty and I couldn’t sleep cos that would be rude - falling asleep in midst of conversation.
After the session, I waited at for the lift to carpark at Paragon and standing beside me was a young mother pushing a pram and her maid.
The lift took a long time and as I waited I suddenly felt liquid flowing down my right arm. I looked and LO AND BEHOLD blood is oozing out under the plaster where the IV was inserted!!
My arm with all the blood looked like it has been stabbed or bashed badly. My first concern was whether I got any blood on my white berms. Thanks goodness none. I only stained my crumpler.
Fortunately toilet was close by and I had a cleaning aunty staring at me while I wash the blood off my arm.
I peeled off the plaster and it was totally soaked with blood, but contrary to what I had imagine, blood is not gushing out of the needle hole. Beats me what happened.
When I looked at the overflowing soaked plaster, it reminded me of soaked pad. HAHAHA!!
Kite flying anyone?
Last year today I was waiting at Mt E getting ready for my surgery and thus begun my long journey of treatment. Many has say the past year seemed to fly by but for me it was the longest year.
Fast forward to one year later, I’m still undergoing treatment but life is almost back to normal. I’ve gained weight (trying hard to lose but in vain) and am growing out my hair.
Looking forward to a better xmas present than last year’s.
