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| So... I said after Melody (my cat) died that I would never get another cat. So... came Annie. Annie followed our next door neighbor home from the Liquor store around the corner of our condo complex. The neighbor girl was trying to keep Annie as a pet, but her father denied her. So as Carrie was walking Topher and Simon (dogs), she questioned the neighbor girl about the cat. After about 15 minutes of talking, Annie started to walk towards the busy street. The neighbor girl in a panic said that she didn't want Annie to get run over. Carrie ran to the street with 2 dogs in hand and picked up Annie. She brought Annie back to our condo and locked her in the kitchen until I got home.
Carrie told me to open the kitchen door when I got home. I jumped as this little kitty ran pass my legs and going under the table. I was furious at first because I told Carrie that I did not want a cat. She explained to me what happened, but I still did not want a cat. She asked me what should we do with the cat.. and I said to just give it to the pound. I didn't know that kittens at the pound were being euthanize during this time of the year.. so that option was out of the question. So, I gave in and kept Annie.
After giving her a bath, Carrie discovered fleas on Annie. All out flea medicine said to not be used on kittens less than 4 months old. We knew that Annie was not older than 4 months because she was tiny and weight about 1.5 lbs. So we decided to give her another bath with the flea medicine, but washing it off right away. We did that, but the fleas did not die, so we spend an hour going though her fur and picking out fleas (like monkeys). I read something on the net that baby shampoo would work to get rid of fleas. We gave her another bath, and that didn't work either. Another hour was spent combing through her coat for fleas. I went back on the Internet and searched for a possible solution. I found that dia tenacious earth will kill the fleas and dry out their eggs. I was excited because it was suppose to be safe for Annie.
The next day, I went to Wal-mart looking for dia tenacious earth. I could not find it and the employees there, well you know how they are. So I ended up looking at the pet section for another solution. I found this bottle of flea spray and it did not say to not use on kittens under 4 months. I was ecstatic because it only cost $3 and it would work.
I got home and sprayed Annie right away because I did not want my dogs to get fleas. She didn't like it but I continued to spray her. I followed the direction and then I rinsed her off. I then found some dead fleas on her. :) After the spraying, Annie got really sick. Carrie and I though that the med will wear off and she'll be fine. The next day, Carrie got home and found Annie on the kitchen floor barely breathing. Carrie scooped up Annie's lifeless body and rushed to the vet. The veterinarian had to perform CPR on her and pumped her full of drugs. He said that she has severe dehidration, is anemic, and an upper resperitory infection. Plus she had a pretty bad case of fleas. I showed up at the vet with the flea medicine that I used on Annie. I looked closely at the lable and it said to feel the label for further cautions. I did that and it says to not use on kittens less than 4 months old. Sucks!!! My fault or the company's fault?
$150 later we were at home with a sick kitten. We had to give her this special kind of food every half to one hour. So the night sucked. Barely got any sleep and she pooped on me twice. I was pissed. But I also felt bad because I might have caused this by giving her the flea spray.
So, today I'm working from home withe Annie slung around my neck with a purse that Carrie knitted. Annie is recovering quite nicely. I hope she will make it though.
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| Man, today was a good day! I started off my day pretty good. My wife brought up the dogs and met Andy and I for a picnic lunch at the dog park. We had some mimosa and the dogs had out leftovers. Anyways the morning was good. But in the afternoon I babysat someone at work, who doesn't know jack. She's not stupid but extremely slow.. I mean it was like beating a dead horse. Any ways I have issue with a person who possesses 2 engineer degrees but cannot figure out the number of seconds between 03:17:53 and 03:18:51. Okay so the afternoon was really stressful. I came home and my wife got the house all cleaned up :). That always cheers me up.. then she saw this add in the paper for a 10% off at King's Buffet. We've seen this place and I wanted to go. The price was only 15 dollars before the coupon. So we went and it was awesome. I at 5 plates of food! I guess I was hungry. I must of had 25 snow crab legs, 4 frog legs, 50 clams, some fish, 10 prawns, 5 deep fried shrimps, some sashimi, green beans and to top it all of, so yogurt. Yeah, I think Carrie and I got our monies worth, even though she didn't eat so much. Well not it's just a relaxing Friday evening. My wife is on the patio reading and I'm about to put some music into the MP3 Player.
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| I sit there by myself on my balcony smoking. Why? Is it the nicotine that drives me to smoke? Is it just a bad habit? After each cigarette, my lungs feels swamped, and yet I continue to smoke. I guess part of me feels that "life is short" so I should do what ever the hell I want. However, the logical side of me says "Keep this up and life WILL be short". I guess maybe I'm kind of confused, not knowing what to do with my life. When I was in high school, we had an assignment to determine our goals. At age 27, this is exactly where I see myself. Married, own my place, and have a stable job. But then why am I confused. Maybe it's the daily grind or the commute or even midlife crisis. Is this what I really wanted? Sometimes I'm so happy with my life because this is where I saw myself a decade ago, but sometimes I feel sad because there's not that unaccomplished goal. Sadly the only goals that I have left for myself is having kids and providing for my family. However, are those real goals. I have no doubt that these two things will happen... it's like an automatic so again I ask myself, are they real goals? Are they? Have I set these goals knowing that I would easily accomplish them? Did I set myself up to succeed? Am I not challenging myself enough?
Who am I? Mr. Lim? Peng? Rack? Who am I? Am I just a "walk the straight line" type of guy? Do I have the edginess to do random shit? Do I have the guts to be selfish and succumb to the desire and spontaneity? The answer is I don't know... Do I know who I am? Do I know what I really want in life?
Maybe this is why I smoke. Most everyone in my life tells me not to. So am I doing this out of spite? I don't even like the feeling of smoking.
Well here I go to smoke another cigarette........
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| My name is Peng, and I'm finally starting this blogging shit. I solemnly swear to write an entry at least once a week about how boring and lame my life is. Until next time! | | |
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