Hello, Good Bye, Mr WhiteBeard

One beautiful early morning on 4th June 2019, (yes, it was that long ago; the date was noted down) our human walked out to the porch and in front of the gate was this scrawny cat!

It kept looking at our human with such loving eyes; you know how cats slow-blink or narrow their eyes to say, "I love you".

Immediately the name "Mr WhiteBeard" struck and stuck on our human's mind. He was such a distinguished-looking and handsome man with his white moustache, beard and tuxedo coat, and our human kept imagining him in his healthy handsome youth!

Our human loved to but dared not touch as he had numerous bald patches for fear that its infection could possibly be transferred and passed on to the house kitties.

That cat sat on the same spot the next few mornings and our human would talk briefly and exchanged eye-blinks.

A week later, our human needed to run some errands, drove out in the old car and right in front in the middle of the road (dead-end road where only residents of ten houses use) was Mr WhiteBeard sauntering ever so slowly. Naturally our human inched the car forward following Mr WhiteBeard much to the amusement of construction workers who were in the midst of house renovations a few doors away. All stopped working and with huge grins on their faces, they kept looking back and forth between our human and Mr WhiteBeard.

Well, it did take a bit of time till Mr WhiteBeard slowly entered through the gate of the first house.

Then a week later, one morning after the previous night's heavy downpour our human saw a black and white cat lying in the middle of the road in front of the first house and guessed it was Mr WhiteBeard. Our human did not want to go out to check. 

Mr WhiteBeard never visited since then; our human still think of him.

So Happy to Meet Again!

It is heart-rending to see young puppies possibly abandoned all alone and hungry fending for itself in this big unforgiving world.

Seeing this puppy foraging for food, our human took out and gave it a sachet of wet food. (Our human always carry dog treats and a sachet of wet food for just in case like this.)

Last week our human met this puppy who accompanied a nice chap on his morning walk. Our human recognised the puppy who now has grown a bit and asked the gentleman whether it was his pet. Reply was, "No, it's a stray!"

That puppy remembered our human and wagged its tail so hard that its little body kept bouncing while licking our human's hand.

Our human had mixed emotions which is hard to describe; happy to see the puppy, sad for its difficult life, angry and upset at life's cruelty!

PS: Our human's shoe here is for size comparison.

Give some Love and Happiness

Not sure about her past, this extremely timid neutered stray earlier had a number of wounds at her rump. 

Guessed she was attacked by another group of strays. The shallow wounds healed but a couple of deep ones did not.

The next day our human brought along a bottle of antiseptic lotion from home to drip on the deep wounds and managed to distract her so she would not lick it off. Those wounds started to heal.

She then became more trusting of our human and absolutely love stomach rubs. Our human blurred her markings here to prevent some not-so-animal-loving humans from recognising and reporting her to authorities to catch for possible euthanization.

Cicada Shell

Our human was happy to see this cicada shell that seemed to glow with the morning sun on the tree trunk.

It is not often seen as we get sudden heavy downpours accompanied with lightning and thunder that happens daily in our tropical climate. 

The heavy rain usually wash whatever is on leaves and tree trunks.

Bug in Pink?

It was just after the dawn brief drizzle, perfect for a morning walk with air so fresh and cool.

From the corner of the eye, our human was aware of some unusually bright colour on a leaf and went closer for a better look.

It was such a lovely bright pink in contrast to the healthy green leaf!

Googled it at home, it was pink stink bug!