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A pregnant brown and white cat persistently trills at the department
door. I wonder what she thinks; I wish I had food to give her…

Another KittenWhoMustNotBeNamed !

Dearest Sacha,

As Kathy would say, it was raining little animals yesterday.

Papa was on his way home from a meeting when he spotted a tiny but very wet
kitten on the road, I guess trying to cross the street to a drier place. He
got off his motorcycle to retrieve the kitten. He said he asked a barangay
tanod to take care of it but when he looked back, he saw that he was not
minding it at all. So he went back to get the kitten, brought it home, and
told Jeanna to get it dry and take care of it until it was strong enough to
leave. I guess the kitten thought it was indeed strong enough to leave, or
it did not know a good home when it saw one, because the next time Jeanna
looked, the kitten was gone.

But we’ll make sure Neko stays.

Love you always,

Dearest Sacha,

That wet little kitten didn’t run away after all. It hid under the sofa in
the big studio. Eric and Jeanna take turns in giving it milk. When I told
Eric that we all thought it had run away, he assured us that it won’t ever,
because here, it is safe, and it gets fed here while outside, it isn’t and
it doesn’t- reasons enough to stay. Papa, on the other hand, who rescued the
kitten and brought it home, has refused to give the kitten a name so that he
won’t get emotionally attached to it. We’ll see!

How are things with you?




I want pictures…

Daring cat rescue!

I was in the living room getting some stuff for my trip to Cebu when I
heard plaintive meowing from the garden. Uh oh, cat in trouble! I
meowed back, encouraging the cat to continue while I edged closer to
the garden. I couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from. Was
the cat trapped in the space behind the airconditioner in the studio
kitchen? Was the cat trapped on the roof? Which cat was it, anyway?
The meow was high-pitched, so that wasn’t Neko (who was right beside
me watching her weird human meow)… HEY, WHERE WAS OLLIE?

I panicked and called the cavalry. “Dad! Dad! Ollie’s stuck on the roof! Help!”

He told me to get Kathy, so I tore through downstairs looking for my
sister. “Our cat! Ollie! Roof! I heard him from the garden!”

She grabbed a flashlight and headed to the garden, and we meowed to
determine where Ollie was. Kathy headed up to the roofdeck while I
meowed to reassure the stuck cat that help was on the way. Then I
grabbed another flashlight and followed her.

Kathy carefully climbed onto the roof and made her way to the edge.
She swung the flashlight and gasped when she saw Ollie trapped on the
lower side. “Ollie! Sacha, call Papa!”

I ran downstairs and told my dad that Kathy found Ollie on the roof
and we needed his help. He put on his pants and went upstairs. I
grabbed a bowl of food from the planterbox and passed it to him so
that he could give it to Kathy.

Kathy spent a few minutes coaxing Ollie out from the space under the
water tower. After wheedling and holding her hand out to pet the poor
hungry cat produced no results, she got the bowl of food from my dad
(“This is dog food!” “I got it from the cats’ planterbox!”), crouched
beside the water tower… and rattled the bowl.

Two cat ears perked up.

She held the bowl out and quickly took her fingers out of the way as
the starving cat attacked the food. After a number of bites, she
grabbed Ollie and walked back to the ladder. She couldn’t climb up
with the cat in her arms and she was worried he’d bolt if she put him
down, so I stepped onto my roof (very carefully as I was wearing
slippers) and walked to the edge, taking the cat from her and making
reassuring noises as we all went back inside.

Ollie headed straight for the planterbox and the bowl of food there.
We didn’t see much of him; we just heard this steady crunching.

Another daring cat rescue!

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Tanaga: Siopao

My first tanaga. Please help me fix my Tagalog; I might’ve gotten some
of the nuances wrong. The poem below is fairly sick. I hope this never
happens to any cat!


pusang aking inangkin
hinagkan nang malambing,
siniopao at kinain?!
iba sana hinain!

Buhayin ang Tanaga!

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A fun-filled day: part 2. Pottery lessons

I went for my first pottery lesson today! I joined my mom for pottery
lessons at the Pettyjohn-Mendoza pottery studio in Greenbelt.
Wonderful, wonderful people. While I learned how to shape clay,
I had a lot of fun chatting with the Pettyjohns.

I made two cats: Scaredy-cat and Catnap. I formed Scaredy-cat by
pinching out a shape As for Catnap, well… I just smoothed away stuff
that didn’t look like a cat. It wasn’t perfect, but it looked somewhat
recognizable. I like clay more than I like pencil. I have a hard time
sketching the shape of a cat in pencil, but I remember what a cat feels

I also made a coil pot, a surfer, and a weird eye bowl.

Maybe I’ll keep Scaredy-cat and Catnap. We’ll check next week when the
pieces are a bit drier. I’ll bring a camera next time so that you can
see them. =)

猫は捕らえたネズミを引き裂き始めた。 The cat began to tear at the mouse it caught.

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