Snail’s new habitat

Took out the soil substrate because creepy crawlies started to turn up. Replaced it with small white garden stones (don’t know what they’re really called). She has a new swimming pool in the form of a brown-ish plastic jar lid, a scallop shell feeding tray, and Christmas tree leaves for decoration. Isn’t it nice?

Oh, and she just laid about a hundred eggs a few days ago. The thing is, she doesn’t have a mate. So was it parthenogenesis? Virgin birth? I’ll post pictures of our baby Jesus snails as soon as they hatch.

does anybody want a kitty?

my cat gave birth around 3 weeks ago to four kittens. oddly, one went missing a few days after. it’s not the first time this happened and i’m really curious as to where she hides them. hmmm…

anyway, here are their pictures when they were just four days old. adorable, no?

so here’s the thing. i need to find a home for these kittens. if not, my parents will probably just leave them on some vacant lot. i hate it when they do that, but I’m always out of the house so I have little control over it. to prevent it from happening again, i need to find each of them decent shelter. Celine and I can probably take in one of them, and another one can stay with my family, but the last one will have to be adopted.

do you have room for a baby kitty?

furry twins

adorable. ^_^

that’s an actual picture of my two baby kittens, enjoying their mother’s milk. my pet cat gave birth to them monday morning, inside my little sister’s closet. i had to remove her clothes so they wouldn’t get blood stains. my cat ming looked very tired after giving birth and taking care of her young ones. she’s the best mom-cat ever.

pit bull

(A TRIBUTE)

a few months ago, i came home to find a strange-looking puppy hunched under our sofa. it was mostly white with a few black spots, the small body having a stocky frame. its eyes were very small, in contrast to its huge head and jaw. it also had the habit of sticking its tongue out, as if it had some difficulty breathing.

truth be told, it was not the cutest puppy in the world.

i thought perhaps it was the neighbor’s pet that accidentally wandered to our house. after all, we already had two dogs, a cat, and several kittens back then, who would think of adding another one?

well, my brother, apparently. he came home that night and started calling the puppy by its name, “Flex”. my macho, gymrat brother just needed to have for himself an equally macho dog. unlike our “askals”, his had to have a breed. a pit bull.

there wasn’t much space left around the house, so my very smart brother figured he’d just tie Flex to the stair railings. every morning when i wake up it was almost certain that i’d find dog poop or urine all over the bottom of the staircase. it was not only dirty, it was unsanitary and therefore dangerous, but nobody else seemed to care.

before the weekend, my mom said Flex wasn’t eating anything and seemed to have fever. celine said he probably had worms, and she’s the guru of pet issues. i just assumed that my brother would take him back to the vet, like he did before. i don’t know if he ever did.

when i came back home a few days after, i saw his collar still tied to the railings but i couldn’t find the dog. i thought someone might have taken him for a walk. it was odd how quiet and clean the house felt without him. then my sister arrived and told me what happened.

while i was away, Flex died. the medicine my brother bought were still on the kitchen sink, untouched. my sister said when she came home the other day, Flex was already wrapped in cloth. they lit a candle for him that night.

i was never close to that dog. perhaps i was even mean sometimes. but i don’t have anything against it, really. i’m just sorry he fell into my brother’s inexperienced hands, macho disposition, and craving for elitist frivolities. he might have been happier elsewhere.

bye-bye, Flex.