Posts Tagged ‘Pets’

Unconditional love

Because they make our lives so much better, and because they teach us a lesson about love every day… this post goes to all non-human animals!

Happy animal’s day!



Into the wild, a post not strictly for the birds

It’s 2:10 am

I’ve been sick since Tuesday night, with a flu. Yeah, no big deal… I tend to tell myself the same thing, but then every cell in my body burns at 38 degrees Celsius and all my joints hurt, and I change my mind: it’s a pain in the ass. Being sick sucks…

I’ve spent a large percentage of these days sleeping, trying to rest and feel better. Today, after more than 20hs of accumulated sleep since Tuesday (a lot for me!) I decided to watch a movie, since I couldn’t read or study anything. I watched “Into the wild”, a movie by Sean Penn that’s certainly worth watching. It is a beautiful movie and it’s very, very well made. I’m not instructed on film criticism, so that’s as much as I can say… Anyways, this doesn’t intend to be a review… I just brought up the issue for two reasons: first, the main character’s philosophy is a very refreshing one and second, because a series of interesting authors are mentioned in the film, including Jack London.

I remembered reading “The call of the wild” some years ago, and how it struck me… I thought about my own dreams of adventure, of freedom, maybe?


Something like an hour ago, as I came out of the shower, Khiya started begging to go out into the balcony. She was pretty determined and, since I love it when she’s got her mind set to something, I quickly opened the window and let her out. I heard some weird noises outside, and thought that she’d probably be chasing some moth or another type of winged insect… I was half wrong. She was chasing a winged animal, but it was a slightly larger one. Less than a minute after going out, Khiya returned triumphantly, holding a ball of feathers in her mouth. She was excited and moved swiftly. For a second, the prey got lose and attempted to escape, but Khiya quickly caught it again. It was the first time in 4.5 years of apartment life that she had caught something; Her instincts remain intact, I thought, while the image of Buck came to my mind for a millisecond…

First, I was paralized. I squealed some words… I don’t know whether I thought that I could talk Khiya into not killing the poor bird, or I was just cursing the moment out loud in case some bigger force would mysteriously make it go away… But the wild scene was still unfolding, and I felt the need to intervene. I caught Khiya and made her drop the bird, who quickly hid in a corner of the room. I held Khiya, who was acting fiercely and fighting desperately to get loose, while putting on some clothes; a funny/ridiculous scene to watch (thank god no one was watching!) but I was not gonna take that bird anywhere in my towel! After I had my pijamas on, I put Khiya in the balcony again and shut the window (I know, why didn’t I do that first, instead of trying to get dressed while holding an anxious cat?)

So the cat side was dealt with. I was now to see what to do with the birdy. At that point, I heard my dad asking what was going on. I grabbed the bird and checked if it was hurt. Not a single scratch, luckily! But what would I do with her? (I assumed it’s a girl). I wasn’t sure if she could fly, maybe she was too young, or maybe she was sick, but how could I find out at 2am? I thought of putting her in a box until the next morning, when I could take her to the vet and figure out how to help her best. I immediately imagined my parents’ reaction; they are really afraid of my compulsive animal-rescuing behaviour (more on this soon). And what would I do with Khiya, if she was ever to forgive my betrayal?

I went to the patio with the bird wrapped in a t-shirt (who knows if I’d pick up some disease and spread it around at the hospital?). I could find no box to put her in for the night… My mom appeared in all her midnight splendor (ie: she looked miserable) and the bird flew out of my hands, and hid behind some shelves. I spent some time trying to catch her back; the poor thing just looked like she wanted to get some sleep (not my mom, the bird… actually, so did my mom).

After climbing, crawling, tiptoeing and so on, I managed to catch the bird again, and decided that I would leave her in the balcony and made sure all windows stayed closed so that Khiya couldn’t get to her (of course, I let Khiya inside the house again first). She’d be safe there, since there’s a net for child protection, so she wouldn’t “fall”, she could only get away if she flew higher than the net… It looked like a good idea. Except that the bird didn’t feel like leaving my finger anymore (oh, right… by then I’d forgotten I had once been worried about becoming a vector of a zoonosis). I held my hand up for a while, so that the bird could choose between flying away of staying in the balcony. But she was either too comfortable on my hand, or she couldn’t make up her mind about what to do… concretely, my arm was starting to hurt from the being stretched up for so long, so I ended up leaving the bird in between some daisies I’ve planted some months ago (that would be the presidential suite, in bird terms). As soon as she was down on the flowerpot, she flew against the net but she couldn’t get through. Her attempt was so desperate that I figured she’d hurt herself if left alone all night. So I held her up a while longer, until she got the courage to fly away. She only flew a couple of meters though, and decided to spend the night at someone else’s window…

When I got back to my room, I found Khiya smelling every squared meter of it, trying to find a clue about the bird’s mysterious disappearance. She was puzzled and disappointed, but luckily she held no hard feelings against me. We never talked about this incident again…

Fully recovered

The vet said we should worry if he doesn’t want to eat…

I guess that’s not a problem for Cody…

A cat’s life