Sad...

Squeaky disappeared two days ago... :-(

Karissa and I had spent the night at the birth center and he stayed with us, sleeping most of the evening on Karissa's face (don't ask. This is Squeaky we're talking about...). When I decided that I wouldn't be able to get any sleep for the rest of the night, I headed back to the apartment to take a shower around 5am. Squeaky wasn't there anymore.

We haven't seen him since.

The midwives think someone might have seen how clean and cute and healthy he looked and took him. Supposedly it's hard to find kittens as good as he was. I hope that's the case. And if so, I hope whoever took him is feeding him. He's not very good at providing for himself.

So Squeaky, I'll say "goodbye" to you and I hope you're well and happy wherever you are. I really enjoyed our 3-4 short weeks with you!

Operation Squeaky

Tuesday morning, Squeaky went missing. During prenatals, there have been several bad experiences of people kicking or throwing him for no reason so we decided to have him hang around outside the apartment. When prenatals were over, we went to bring him back over to Shiphrah. Except we couldn't find him.

All day long we kept an eye out for him but he never showed up. We started getting worried. Did someone steal him? Was he killed? What happened? Where is he?

Then, just as we were about to leave for Jeri's for dinner, Karissa texted me: "We may have found the kitten." I raced over, wondering what that meant. My mind instantly assumed the worst since her text was neither positive or negative. I was expecting to find a clump of white fur.

However, Karissa pointed to a high wall behind the apartment and said, "He's behind this wall. Listen. Do you hear him?"

Yes, Squeaky was indeed behind the wall. He kept mewing and crying for us to get him. Try as we might, we were unable to rescue him over the wall. I was starting to get worried that maybe we wouldn't be able to rescue our sweet kitten.

Then we called Ping, the landlord. He told us we could get Squeaky by going down the street and into the Methodist garden and coming to the wall that way. So that's what we did. And Squeaky was *so* overjoyed to see us.

Now we're wondering how he got over there. Ate Beth, who cleans our apartment, believes someone from the baby home tossed him over the wall. Poor Squeaky.

Operation Squeaky: Mission Successful! :-D

me and a nursing student who was working here yesterday. She actually lives in Los Angeles but came to the PI for nursing school...I'm not sure why. America has much better nursing schools...

isn't this little girl's hair adorable?!

some funky fruit I saw at the supermarket. The midwives said they think it's called Dragon Apple.

New Occupant at Shiphrah

Yesterday, Ate Beth, Shiphrah's housekeeper, found a kitten who kept wanting to come inside and get attention. Fed up with the unwelcome visitor, she took him outside a little ways and let him go. Just then, I walked up and heard the word, "kitten." So of course I went to see it. And it was adorable. And it was small. And it wanted attention.

So I picked it up. And it was happy. And I was left wondering, "now what do I do with it?" I took it to the apartment to show Karissa and we played with it and fed it on the kitchen floor. It fell asleep on me. *sigh* It was so cute!

Anyway, we brought it to Shiphrah and Ate Helen fed it rice and fish. It is obviously a Filipino cat since it preferred the rice to the bread Karissa and I fed it. :-D

After that, the kitten decided it liked it here. So he's set up residence in the birth home. He's so adorable! :-D

This morning, when I walked in, Jennifer was playing with him. We decided to call him Shasta, after the person in Lewis' Horse and his Boy. However, the name didn't really seem to fit him. So this afternoon, I renamed him: Squeaky, a perfect description of his mew. We're guessing he's about 6-8 weeks old.

Here's some pics I've taken of our newest occupant:

Hi there! Will you please pick me up?!