It's already the new year and honestly, I don't feel very hopeful. I'm struggling to finish my work in between a gazillion distractions, both unintended and self-inflicted.
Hunting for a new home has proven to be quite a challenge, especially because I'm dealing with my dear brother, who can be terribly vague with details like how much is he willing to chip in and what price range we're looking at... I've looked at almost a dozen places and it's not so easy to find a place which has a nice layout, decent fittings and a reasonable price. I've tried doing this a couple years back and it stagnated because he didn't have the money from his apartment sale yet. Now the money has come in, he's being wishy washy about the choices. We need a family pow-wow, which can be a bit hard since K Ayu now works odd hours and on weekends. Thank God I've been logging the places I looked at so we can look at the details easier.
It doesn't help that my favourite option is a walk up apartment on the 3rd floor. I love the layout, I can visualise where things will be and what we'll need. the place is large, airy and sunny. I even talked to the locals and liked them...But the development has been neglected over the years and the residents have only just taken over the management, so there is much improvement that needs to be done. I suppose if my job is stable, I can easily apply for a housing loan. I wouldn't mind paying for it myself since I'm the one who likes it so much.
As it is, I'm really behind with work and I've not been very motivated lately. Trying to get work done in between house hunting and caring for delinquent cats is not easy. I also tend to give up and go home early instead of staying back like I used to do... Sigh.
Right now am caring for a beautiful silver tabby, which looks like an American shorthair. He's gorgeous, but he has been feral at the apartment for I don't know how long, and recently he developed an abscess on the head. The things has burst and a patch of skin has come off, leaving a big ugly hole of raw tissue exposed. The idiot keeps pulling off the bandages I put on it, so now I'm applying iodine at intervals to keep it from getting infected. I'm quite confident it will heal in no time, cats are resilient that way.
I had brought him to Abang's house last Saturday but managed to lose him. Duh!. Thankfully, cats know they have an ally in soft-hearted Mrs Lim and he stayed at her place the past few days. She's squeamish about wounds though, so I took him home to treat yesterday, which opens up another can of worms, of course.
My brats are understandably displeased with the presence of another fostered feline. And I have to either put up with transporting him to the loo, or having a litter tray in the room. This is the part I hate about bringing in fosters. And there is a risk of them latching on to me like Pikachu did, making him impossible to rehome. Should've known better, mackerel tabbies are terribly clingy and possessive of their humans...
Hope I manage to hold on to my job, and actually GROW instead of stagnating. 2012 was lacklustre, I really hope I can do better this year. amin.
Hunting for a new home has proven to be quite a challenge, especially because I'm dealing with my dear brother, who can be terribly vague with details like how much is he willing to chip in and what price range we're looking at... I've looked at almost a dozen places and it's not so easy to find a place which has a nice layout, decent fittings and a reasonable price. I've tried doing this a couple years back and it stagnated because he didn't have the money from his apartment sale yet. Now the money has come in, he's being wishy washy about the choices. We need a family pow-wow, which can be a bit hard since K Ayu now works odd hours and on weekends. Thank God I've been logging the places I looked at so we can look at the details easier.
It doesn't help that my favourite option is a walk up apartment on the 3rd floor. I love the layout, I can visualise where things will be and what we'll need. the place is large, airy and sunny. I even talked to the locals and liked them...But the development has been neglected over the years and the residents have only just taken over the management, so there is much improvement that needs to be done. I suppose if my job is stable, I can easily apply for a housing loan. I wouldn't mind paying for it myself since I'm the one who likes it so much.
As it is, I'm really behind with work and I've not been very motivated lately. Trying to get work done in between house hunting and caring for delinquent cats is not easy. I also tend to give up and go home early instead of staying back like I used to do... Sigh.
Right now am caring for a beautiful silver tabby, which looks like an American shorthair. He's gorgeous, but he has been feral at the apartment for I don't know how long, and recently he developed an abscess on the head. The things has burst and a patch of skin has come off, leaving a big ugly hole of raw tissue exposed. The idiot keeps pulling off the bandages I put on it, so now I'm applying iodine at intervals to keep it from getting infected. I'm quite confident it will heal in no time, cats are resilient that way.
I had brought him to Abang's house last Saturday but managed to lose him. Duh!. Thankfully, cats know they have an ally in soft-hearted Mrs Lim and he stayed at her place the past few days. She's squeamish about wounds though, so I took him home to treat yesterday, which opens up another can of worms, of course.
My brats are understandably displeased with the presence of another fostered feline. And I have to either put up with transporting him to the loo, or having a litter tray in the room. This is the part I hate about bringing in fosters. And there is a risk of them latching on to me like Pikachu did, making him impossible to rehome. Should've known better, mackerel tabbies are terribly clingy and possessive of their humans...
Hope I manage to hold on to my job, and actually GROW instead of stagnating. 2012 was lacklustre, I really hope I can do better this year. amin.
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