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Thursday, June 28, 2001 I just finished feeding the kittens. Found saviours in family members. So grateful for family members. I have great family members. Very wonderful and very supportive. Tina agreed to take care of kittens while Tariq and I are away. Tina is wonderful. Tina is worshipped. Tina is adored. Tina is great. Tina deserves great gift. Must find Tina a good gift in New York. Tina should give us hints!
Tina would have volunteered earlier, except because of the two nephews around the house. Well, actually, more specifically, Afiq. I brought kittens back to the house for the first time tonight. He was told not to touch kittens. He did try to give the kittens some bone (because he gives the stray cats bones), nearly injuring them. He would occasionally try to shake the box the kittens were in. So basically, it was not safe to put kittens in the house.
But my great and amazing Daddy and Mommy agreed to get a cage for the kittens so that Afiq can look at 'em but not disturb them. Isn't that nice? Now the only worry is that Afiq would shake the cage. Sigh.
Anyway, Tina Saves the Velcro Kittens!!!
Tomorrow, I go to New York, but fear not! My internet presence shall only be missing for approximate twenty-four hours! (Plane flight.) I shall be reporting all that happens to my life, LIVE from New York, New York! Entry made thanks to pitas.com.
Wednesday, June 27, 2001 I don't remember today. Today was a blur of feeding kittens. Kittens, kittens, kittens. Mewling and hungry. Poor kitties are not happy.
Humans who separate kitties from their mothers are EVIL. Especially if the kitties are not yet weaned. Especially when the kitties are barely ten days old.
We're in a mild state of panic here. Wednesday has dawned and as yet, we have found no surrogate guardian/guardians. Everybody says "I'd love to take care of your kittens for you, Hani/Tariq, but my mother/father/aunt/grandma/dog would just hate cats around."
It's not like they run around and mess up the house, people! They're kittens. TEN DAYS OLD. They're in a box, and only get out for feedings, where you hold them and don't let them go until they stop squealing for milk. Of course we don't bother asking anyone who needs sleep, because obviously, they can't wake up every four hours for mere kittens.
They're so tiny, the kittens. We've decided to collectively call them the Velcros, because they claw to you and try to stick. It's a battle and a half trying to get them to take the bottle. They squeal like nobody's business, but they're beginning to get the idea that milk is coming in new manner and not old manner.
I'm so scared we won't find anybody and then what are we going to do? Continue feeding them, then just leave them in the box in front of another 7-11? Kill them outright?
They're very, very small kittens. Siji has one eye open, but the others are still blind. They're so small, I could roll each one up in a ball, and it would fit my palm. I heard them purr for the first time today, in my car. I had turned off the engine, turning off the air con. The car immediately got very warm, of course. They had just had a feeding in Tariq's house. And one of them purred.
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Full Name: Suhani Idayu binti Selamat
Nickname: HANI Birth Date: 9 January 1981 Birthplace: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia Citizenship: Malaysian Place of Residence: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia Occupation: Student of Metropolitan College in Selangor, Malaysia E-mail: pixilated@wildmail.com Want something in my bio that isn't here? |
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Climb all mountains. That's my mission statement!
History I was born at the decent hour of 2:34p.m. at Pantai Medical Hospital. From the age of 3 to 6, I attended the kindergarten available for children of students and faculty of Universiti Malaya. My mother was then a lecturer and later the dean of the Law Department or whatever they call their departments there. At the age of 8, we moved to the current house that most of my Malaysian friends know, in Kampung Tunku. Previously, we lived in a house provided by Universiti Malaya, which we had to move out of when Mom left UM to work in Maybank (to the foreigners, that's biggest bank in Malaysia). I lived in Kampung Tunku until the age of sixteen, attending the nearby primary school, and later, the nearest secondary school for girls. Then Mom received the opportunity to work in United Nations. I nearly got sent to boarding school because I was a lazy, undisciplined little teenager, but mother couldn't bear to be apart from her baby girls and took both my bratty younger sister and I with her to New York. There we lived in a nice apartment in the upper east side, and my sister and I attended the United Nations International School. Lovely school. Unfortunately, having come out straight from an all-girls' school, I spent my first and a half years not talking to guys. By the time I finally got comfortable talking to guys, I was graduating. Go figure. After that, I went to New York University. I wanted to go to Sarah Lawrence, but Mommy still didn't want her babies to go far away from her. The parents wouldn't even allow me to apply to anywhere further than that, and the only other place that accepted me was Fordham (to the foreigners, it's nearer to my apartment in New York than NYU is). I was majoring in Film & Television. It was fun. I had a subject that consisted of watching movies. Movies, movies, movies. A year later, my sister got into Princeton (that's the #1 university to my little sister, and you'd better not disagree with her!), and I decided I didn't want to study Film anymore. To save money, Mom finally sent me back home to live with Daddy. So here I am, in my own apartment, with my own computer, my own car, my own cell phone, and my own homepage! I enrolled into Metropolitan College, attempting to get a Bachelor of Commerce from Curtin University in Australia, and that's as current as you get, and no longer history!
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