On Saturday, I had the futsal challenge against my colleagues from another branch office. We (the home team) were vastly outnumbered but we soldiered on. I was a bit apprehensive in the first game, so I didn’t do much except chase for the ball. During the second game, I saw how another female colleague of mine played and was duly inspired. It’s not that she played so much better (perhaps she did) but she was gutsier, she was not afraid of getting hit. I attempted to play fearlessly from then on and my game improved a bit. I enjoyed the game and felt a joy I had not felt in a while. It felt really good to be on the field again. The futsal court was nice as well, it was covered but it was open. The futsal courts I’ve been to were either covered (totally covered and thus had no ventilation) or open (like an open tennis court). The weather was cool since it had been raining the whole morning so I didn’t sweat as much.
Which turned out to be a good thing, because after the game I had to rush to my nephew’s birthday party. The cats and kittens had to be fed as well since it would be too late if I only fed them after the party. Thus I didn’t have time to shower and just quickly washed up a little and changed. I finally showered after dinner and slept early since I hadn’t a moment to rest since the game. The day was not over though.
At 1am, my sis called me saying there was a kitten emergency. Apparently a small kitten had managed to sneak into the compartment underneath her car and followed her home. She thought the kitten was stuck and asked me to help. I duly went down and the three of us (my bro-in-law included) brainstormed on how to get the kitten out. We didn’t want to leave it out since all the other cats around the house seemed really curious about the kitten and we weren’t sure they were not going to harm it. After about an hour plus, and after much coaxing by my bro-in-law and sis, the kitten still refused to come out. My sis was still on the ground trying to call the kitten and I told her we should probably leave a box with some food and go in. It was then, a miracle happened. The kitten slowly came out and started eating the trail of catfood we left for it. My sis kept very still as the kitten came out. Once the kitten was within reach, she quickly grabbed it. So that was the end to the night episode. We promptly put the kitten in the cat carrier and provided it with food, water and some towels (it was a cold night). We went to bed praying that the kitten would survive the night. Without a mother to warm her, the chances were very slim.
I woke up with trepidation the next morning. After prayers, I quickly went down to check on the kitten. She was alive! I heaved a huge sigh of relief. During breakfast, I explained to my parents what happened. Around 11am, my sis and I brought the kitten to the vet. The vet told us she needed to be de-fleaed and de-wormed. Yes, it’s a she. She’s around two months old and weighs 500 gram. Apart from the fleas and worms, she’s perfectly healthy. The vet also said that she can be fed solid food. This is of particular relief to my sis and I because we thought we had to give the kitten formula milk every four hours! Oh and we named her Max :)
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