When We Got Home...

Nics roped us in to Front of House for the Beckett production she and the KL Ensemble Theatre Group had put up at the Stor, DBKL. While there, we managed to terrorize a family of feral felines, scared off the F&B boys (after first buying up their entire stock), amused Shiraz, traumatized Chris (Jacobs) and....watched helplessly as a poor homeless cat at the mamak we had supper at get run over by some speed-crazed road hog.

I was totally useless man! I just screamed when I saw that poor ginger tabby fold onto the ground in a daze, blood running from its nostrils. Nics and Hazlin were quick, grabbing a towel from only God-knows-where, and wrapping the poor cat in it. Nobody saw it happen, but I kinda knew it was going to (subconsciously) when I heard the roar of an engine going way too fast for the back lane of a high-rise residential area, and the awareness of the cat being behind me. My back was to the main road.

Think about it. If the guy had been drunk, he might have just as easily hit one of us. Bastard.

Bloody slimy, fucking, BASTARD. He didn't even stop to see what the ruckus was about!!

Some cursed instinct had me turning around in time to see the cat get knocked. For some strange reason, my eyes were totally focused on it. The beacon of bright ginger, and everything happening as if in slow motion. I barely registered the vehicle that ran over it, it was that fast. It was a dark blur, and the poor animal was tumbled around before crumpling to the ground.

It couldn't have taken more than a few seconds.

And I screamed. Uselessly. Helplessly. And couldn't make a move to help it.

Nics is a member of a Pet Rescue team that operates without sponsorship, and totally on their own free time. She and her hubby, Kenneth, took the poor cat (I'd given it up for dead) to the vet along Jalan Ipoh, paid for its medication and examination out of their own pockets, and moved the cat to her regular vet in Shah Alam where they charge way less to help the poor animal.

There hasn't been any positive news so far, but this cat, if it lives without being brain-damaged, will be housed by the Pet Rescue team until some kind humanitarian will take it in. The Selangor Phil might try raise funds to assist in any way the Pet Rescue team effort, if I can have my way with the committee.

After watching them in action, I think they really deserve every single bit of help they can get. If ANYONE wants to get in touch with these guys, to adopt some poor homeless cat, dog, or to even volunteer some time, find Nics through the link to her blog provided.

Photo time:

On the way to the mamak was, in typical Malaysian fashion, this....


If you ask me, there's something wrong with Malaysians in general. I mean, we ATE at the mamak with this garbage flavoring our food and permeating our olfactory senses.



In between the matinee and the evening performance, hauled SoulDoc to Sg. Wang to shop. She picked this up. Wonder if it's quirky, or just wrong. What think you??