just a little pussy...

Yesterday, my Mom asked me to pick out a kitten from the drain. It looked like a worm. With legs. But much noisier. And since I didn't know how it got there, I put a floor mat into the drain, and waited for it to crawl onto the mat to be safely lifted up. Apparently, you should never, ever, touch a newborn kitten. If the momma cat comes back, she will be killing the baby cuz it smells funny. Like, who wouldn't kill a funny smelling baby, eh?



Anyways, the stupid looking worm-like kitten was mewing away the whole afternoon, thereby making it a hell of a difficult time to concentrate on playing my level 17 wizard trying to save NeverWinter from imminent destruction from some ancient saurian Creator Race. Eventually, everyone got home, and they brought the kitten, which was by now in a bucket, into the house. And it incessantly mewed. Like before.



Anyways, I went to the pet store to try to find out how to feed the stupid looking thing. So the auntie in the pet store, which was most accomodating in speaking in Engrish to me, told me I had to force feed the thing. Gross. I'm not touching something that was picked out of a drain. Anyways, they gave me a straw to try, and I was too polite to decline, especially since I had solicited free advice, without buying anything from them.



Went back, told my Mom what the pet shop people told me. She made some baby formula then proceded to try to feed the kitty with a syringe. Stupid thing refused to eat. Anyways, managed to force a few drops down the throat of that thing, just enough to keep it alive. Stupid cats. Stubborn eating behaviour will get them killed.



Anyways, this morning, came back down. Strange. It was still alive. Normally, at this age, they don't live very much longer than a day. Came back from college, Mom took him to PAWS. Yeah. That place again. The guy there said it was the right thing to do, cuz they won't feed unless from another cat. Oh well. Gave the kitty to the guy, with my brother insisting all the way that we should keep the cat. Strange thing was that my dad said we could keep the cat for a few days. Which wasn't a good idea, cuz knowing us, keeping that baby rat lookalike would mean it would stay for about the rest of its life. Meh.



In other news, I got my certificate for joining the Euclid maths competition. Apparently, I'm in the top 25% of the participants. My score is 66%, with the global average of 42%. Apparently, Taylor's is number 3 in the world. Meh.

Jin out.