Last week after my visit with Bombay and Bangles, Melvin and Stephanie offered to take me and The Flyer for a walk around the estate to look at the cats they help to feed.
The first cat we saw was an extremely handsome fellow. Melvin calls him Lazy.
And true to his name, Lazy was... erm... busy conserving energy.
At the click of my camera, Lazy snapped awake. He reminded me very much of the gray cat at the Ngee Ann City adoption drive held last November, the one I called Voldemort's Cat.
When he realised he was not in dangerous company, Lazy wasted no time in shutting down his hard drive again.
Without having to walk any further, there was the second cat. Melvin said that this one was called Fatty.
I told Melvin that these cats were beginning to sound like badly named dwarves.
Surely this gorgeous white cat deserves a better name than Fatty! Besides, he's not fat. He's just big-boned.
Melvin photographs these cats whenever he has time. As a result, the cats are used to posing for the camera. To prove this point, Fatty got up and sashayed sexily over to Mel and Steph.
Then sitting down slowly right in the centre of us, he offered me a shot of his side profile.
Next, Fatty suggested an artistic shot through the grilles of a white gate. He thought it was so mod to play white off white.
Fatty then sauntered over to an apple-green wall and asked for close-up shots to be taken. He knew the subtle green backdrop would make his white fur look even whiter.
I thanked Fatty for being such a sport and promised I would get Melvin to reconsider a better name.
As we walked by Lazy again, I was pleased to see that he was up. He really is a splendid looking cat. The Flyer thinks he has a very handsome side profile. I think all his sides are equally handsome.
A third cat caught my eye. It was a very nervous adolescent tabby. I only managed to snap three shots of him before he scooted quickly away.
I saw a ginger somewhere along the way, but that one was terribly shy. Every time I approached it, it would scramble for dear life. Poor thing... hope its fear of humans was not caused by abuse.
The last kitty I saw was this darling blackie. It's a real poor thing though. Here's why.
It was resting under a truck when I caught sight of it. I thought, "Awww... it looks just like Bangles."
But when it turned around to look at me, my heart broke.
This kitty is blind in its right eye. And it's so young too. What a poor thing...
As I walked away from the dear little one, I couldn't help but think about how it had gotten hurt and if it had received any medical attention.
I hope it learns to lead a comfortable life on the streets. With responsible feeders like Mel and Steph (and hopefully TNR), perhaps it will stand a good chance.