
We love creating Condo Cats comic strips. But right now, it is a labor of love. With us working freelance -- him an artist and I, a writer -- we have to grab where we can sources of income, which will ultimately translate to sources of sustenance for both we humans and our beloved cats.
(Unless a kind soul takes it upon himself or herself to help us feed the cats by clicking on the "donate" button on the right. :D )
Right now, we are fortunate enough to be assigned some paid projects and we are doing our best to meet deadlines. On the downside though, this means we have no time to work on our "pet" project, the Condo Cats.
However! I thought I'd take this opportunity to talk about my favorite subject... the cats! Let's begin with Unni...
It was February 2007 and my husband and I were walking to the nearest Jollibee (a local fastfood chain) when I heard some loud mewling. I was shocked to see a little itty bitty kitten near the side of the road, so near the traffic. I quickly scooped it up and tried looking for its mom, who was nowhere to be found. I placed the kitten some place safer, thinking its mom was foraging somewhere and will come back for her baby, then we had our lunch. But I was fretting about the little guy all throughout our meal. I told my husband that maybe we can take her home. I knew that the stray who made our apartment's garage area her home had recently given birth, so perhaps, she'd take the lost kitten in, too. Hubby said that if the kitten was still around when we passed through the street again, then we can take her with us. Sure enough, she was still there, all alone and mewling her lungs out.
But I was in for a shock. The feral mom's kittens were already weaned, the mom was not nursing any more. She wouldn't let the noisy little guy any where near her. That's when I decided to hand-raise her. But boy did I underestimate the amount of care a kitten needed. First of all, I didn't know cats were lactose intolerant. We see cats going gaga for milk on TV and movies and cartoons all the time, right? So I had to research on cat momma milk alternatives.
My second biggest discovery... baby cats can't eliminate waste on their own! They need their mom's assistance. I had to use a wet tissue to rub kitty's underside and help her with her business (which ended up in my hand most of the time. -_- ) The wet tissue approximates the feeling of a momma cat's tongue. When the little guy pooped by herself for the first time, I never thought I would feel proud, but that's what I definitely felt. Happy, too, now that the palm-pooping days were over.
We were supposed to just help her till she learned how to fend for herself and then give her up for adoption. But then
a friend of ours came along and named her "Unni," after a character in a manga we were working on at that time. And as my husband said, once you name them, you get attached to them. But even before she was named, I knew I couldn't bear to give Unni to somebody else. I
did teach her how to poop. :D
Unni Trivia!
Nicknames: Nini-p, Fatty
Likes: Yawning in your face, sleeping, being in charge, tuna!
Dislikes: Non-tuna food, excessive activities, water, loud noises