A New Day
We woke up this morning like every other morning, wondering what the agenda holds for this day. It’s not often that we do any out-planning, unless there is an event, party or fiesta… or a scheduled power outage (see my latest video). Anyway, a small-scale weather disturbance located to our west has been bringing some good rains for the last three days, so not so good for getting out taking any video. I’m guessing it is helping get the SW monsoon (Habagat) get set up (as of publishing time, the area has been designated a tropical depression). Here though, anything that produces rain is blamed on LPA’s (low pressure areas) until somebody officially declares the Habagat is here.
A New World Order
So I was early to rise, got my coffee, turned on the computer and next thing I hear is my wife yelling from the kitchen “we have a baby!” She was referring to our 7 month old “kitten” who is having kittens! Because my wife is the Filipina version of and is just like Elly May Clampett, who was the hot looking, animal-loving daughter of millionaire Jed Clampett the on the hit TV sitcom Beverly Hillbillies back in the 60’s, she has to feed and care for all the neighborhood critters.
Dogs, cats, birds, mice… she feeds them all! So much so that apparently the barangay has taken silent notice. So now when somebody has kittens to dispose of, and they can’t do the nasty thing, where do you think they wind up? That’s right, on our back stoop! Our little mama and her all-black brother (who we named spooky because Filipinos are generally suspicious of black cats), showed up one morning cold, wet and shivering tired. They were immediately taken in and given a warm flea bath, and fed. First chance we got we took them to town to the Calbayog Veterinary Clinic, the only private practice VET in town, for checkups and shots. My wife also made arrangements to have the little girl spayed when she reached the age of 6 months. When the time came, my wife contacted the VET and she said she would order the anesthesia, and she would text us when it arrived. Weeks went by and my wife would continuously call or stop in at the clinic and would always get the same story – “the anesthesia hadn’t arrived yet.” Well, I’m guessing by now you all know how this turned out – three months and four kittens later!
I suggested to my wife at the end of the day that once the kittens are weened, we should groom and powder them up, put lovely ribbons in their hair, and gift wrap them in a pretty box, and deliver them to the VET’s front doorstep early on a Monday morning, with a note that says “A Simple Reminder – Don’t forget to order that anesthesia… just in case!” I mean after all, it is all her fault!
Then, our cat inventory should be back to a manageable level; Five!