Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A strand of fur

Interestingly, i found a strand of fur yesterday on a towel after a shower. It was brown and black and beige stripey in colour.. Guess who it belonged to? Yeah our little Mylo. Haha.. well, she's not so little anymore, and she doesn't live with us anymore. At least not for the past 4 months.

But oh.. we sure miss that little bundle. We took Mylo in as a little kitten May last year when she was only 3 months old. A frail tiny fella, curious abt the dangerous world she lived in, brave enough to stay in the little cardboard box we rescued her in, unlike her sisters and brothers who made a dash and leapt out of the box before we reached the car. We named this little bundle Mylo cos we found her at our favourite mamak place, whilst having our favourite Milo Ice Kau-Kau. =)

From the start, Mylo was evidently pampered. She had her own poo tray, her basket to sleep in, yummy food, and baby milk powder, and was basically the princess in the house within weeks of staying with us. In fact, whatever toys she took a liking to, was hers after a lick. Neither YY nor I were cat lovers, so imagine the shock on our family and friends' faces when we told them we've adopted a kitten!

The 6 months she stayed with us, she won our hearts with her "manja" 2 minute i-will-trail-you-wherever-you-go behaviour and her sharp hunting skills, she often displayed her trophies of lizards and spiders and even a 3 inch long centipede. For 2 short minutes upon seeing us, she would treat us like we're the favourite people in her life, and then she'd leave us on our own for the rest of the day.

When we first let her roam (after she was fully toilet trained) she used to come up to our rooms at 6am in the morning to mew and wake us up for her food. We soon had to keep her in the kitchen for the night. But nonetheless the entire house was her territory throughout the day when we were at work. She'd frequently sleep in our master room (that girl had good taste for the coolest and cosiest spots) and when i was expecting, she often joined me for my long afternoon naps.

Mum was her 3rd favourite person. Yup, you heard it right, mum - who was a non-animal lover also took to this little fella who could recognise both mum's voice and mum's car sound. So she'd sit at the top of my sofa and purr when she sees mum coming through the front gate and wait for her behind the door.

We're glad Mylo's now safe and sound and well taken care of by her new adopted family. In fact, she now looks like a Garfield. =) But we miss her especially in the first few weeks, we'd wish to see her sitting by the top of the sofa to greet us, or behind the door waiting for us, or her famous puss-in-boots eyes cum shake her bum-bum stance and also her hide-and-seek & pounce-on-you & hug-ur-leg stance when we come down the stairs in the morning. I miss seeing YY hold Mylo and do the Boom-Boom dance whilst i was the in the kitchen. It was heartwarming in a way.

We're often thankful for the experience of taking care of Mylo. In a small way, i think it kinda prepared us for parenthood. To have something so fragile depend on you for food, for shelter, for protection, etc.
It's funny how a strand of fur can trigger such memories..




Pics Clockwise:
1st collage: The early days of Mylo from her 2nd day with us, to her getting her first bell collar, see how big it was around her, and the puss-in-boots eyes before the pounce. =)
2nd collage: Hiding out in my camera bag, her sleeping positions 1 & 2, looking out the window for her boyfriend whom i had disapproved of, sleeping comfortably with me and getting a nice cuddly massage. =)

Friday, March 12, 2010

Thank You, Lord..

It's been ages since i last put my thoughts into this blog. Guess it's about time.. =)

Much has happened since the last i blogged. And there's just so much to thank God for.

For one, I have since conceived, and am now expecting a 24week baby boy, whom we've decided to name Euan (pronounced Yoo-ann) which means gracious gift of God. For truly, he is a gift from God.

Just the other day, i was clearing up my room (in preparation for Euan's arrival - whilst i'm still very energetic these days), i found a receipt of the test kit purchased. Even that little piece of paper was able to move me to tears. Tears of thankfulness. Because it reminded me of the many many negative test kits i've seen. And the 3 and a half years of long wait and prayers - that God may grant me the desire to be a mummy.

Even as i write this, i know of many sisters who are trying to have children of their own or have recently experienced miscarriage. I fully emphatise with them. The long wait is torturous, few can imagine. Losing a baby is even worse. The feelings of hopes dashed and joys shortlived can be devastating.

However, only God is our strength and refuge. This gift of Euan is a reminder to me (and hopefully to these sisters as well) that God is ever faithful, and He WILL fulfill the promises made in His time.

I have another 4 months to go before i get to see little Euan but with each kick and move he makes, i am reminded and thankful for this little gift of life.

Thank You, Lord.

PS: Thank you to the many wonderful people who've always been praying for us, and for encouraging us to keep looking to the Lord every step of the way. We're forever grateful for you. =)