Cat-astrophe, Though Really Not That Bad...

I can't have a dog. For starters, I already have the world's best dog, Nina, who lives in PA for the moment, a fact that causes me no end of distress. I have a demanding job; I live alone; Bangkok is short on green space and dog runs--the list goes on.

So recently N answered affirmatively when I asked if I could have a cat, I was sort of excited. There had been a cat in the apartment before and we got along. I'm not a cat person, by any stretch, but I can hang.

Enter Number One and Number Two (Neung and Sorng in Thai)-- a combined total weight of 500 grams, rescued by a kind hearted, animal loving friend who heard them meowing in distress in an Asia Books box on Sukhumvit Road.

I admit it had been a long week and the sight of two malnourished screaming kittens drove me towards the wine bottle immediately, but things have mellowed considerably since then-- we have fed them milk using a medicine dropper, swaddled and played. Litterbox training a breeze compared to dogs' toilet issues. I remind myself that a routine is essential. This morning twas not fun trying to get myself ready and feeding and cuddling two squirmy cats at once, carrying them around with me in a towel like a cat burrito.

How would this be with actual tiny human beings? Gaaaaaaaahhhhhh!

ETA: Neung seems to have figured out how to drink milk from a small dish. Hurrah! one less cat to hand feed.