Our family was not even sending any of our furbabes to Petknode but as animal lovers, we could not say no to taking in one of the furbabes who got caught in the drag net that night. The rescuers were out again after receiving news that a few domestic-looking cats were seen in the vicinity of building where the pet hotel was located.
One of the lead rescuers called me up that night and at around 1 am that night, we drove to Damansara Damai with a voyager, packs of cat food, towels to pick up our foster boy, Kucing.
There were already a good few numbers of rescuers and volunteers at the appointed meeting place. Cages and carriers of various sizes were brought in by these good samaritans as there were shout outs in the FB group that the rescuers were running short of cages. George was standing in between the cages when one furry hand reached out to his shoes from one of the carriers, as if saying, “Hey, I am here. Take me home.”
We brought Kucing home that night. He was full of fleas, with dusty fur and looking hungry. After wiping his body with wet cloth, I examined his ears, mouth, nails and spraying Frontline to his fur. The rest of our furbabes were curious. Dexy was not happy as she kept on hissing at this new boy.
He ate some of the kibbles but not much.
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