Season 2, Episode 4: Let the cat out from the...

" When the blind can see, when the deaf can hear, and when the mute can sing. Life is sometimes not what we see, or what we hear, or what we speak, but means so much more. "

...ceiling! I don't know how the cat actually went up there- there must be a small opening somewhere that the cat could squeeze in, cat-walked above our heads and landed right above my room. Soon, kittens were born and the problem became no comfortable. Night after night, my roommate and i could hear the cat (and kittens) scratching the ceiling. Sometimes they would let out a 'meow', and often it sounds creepy. Annoyed and irritated by the sound, we tried to bear with it and informed our residential college officer the next day.

We waited and waited but to no avail. The officer didn't seem to care and so we took actions in our own hands. I came back from my English tutorial Monday night and Jeremy suggested that we bring the little kittens down. I did not disagree. Another problem arose- we could not reach the ceiling!

Then came a friend. He is tall enough to reach the ceiling and the kittens. A box was prepared as the new home for the little kittens and SE slowly brought the kittens down. One by one, they occupied the new home and surrounding. The mother cat was not there.

In action.

The kittens. We thought the kittens were thirsty and hungry. So, we fed them some milk from my friend and water.

We thought we will not be bothered by the sound at night anymore and could sleep at peace again. How wrong we were! The mother cat returned to find her little. They, obviously, were not there and she started to 'call' for them. The call went over and over, and she moved not only above my ceiling but searched everywhere above us. We pitied the mother cat, but there was nothing more we could do.

It sounded like a cry- meow. We were sympathetic for the mother. Imagine this, if our mothers were to come home, in her mind saying that we were safe and sound, only to be shocked that we were all missing and nowhere to be found. What more we were still young, defenseless and vulnerable. The mother cat felt no less. The kittens were adorable, but are susceptible to danger now that the mother could not be there to protect them. The thought of reuniting them crossed my mind, but i just don't know how. For sure, they must not be on my ceiling. Sorry, and i hope that you will find them someday- i sincerely hope you do.

This week, studies were rather loose. Next week, it'll be very much tighter with test and quizzes, and lab reports. But then, it's next week- i'm not being a procrastinator but just facing the truth. Why must the second semester be tougher compared to the first semester? Again, that's facing the truth. The first few chapters of the subjects are already confusing and overloading me with formulas. Study, study, and just study?

I could not download music in my uni and so i resort to YouTube if i want to hear them- though it takes time to load. Currently, i'm addicted to Halo by Beyonce- my favourite Vocal of 2008, and Footprints in the sand by Leona Lewis- my favourite female artiste of 2008.

wc09 will want to see the mother cat and the kittens reunite someday. He is claimed not guilty. Sometimes the situation pressures us to do things that comforts you, but hurts others.