Proof Of Existence

Hey all. I haven’t been updating lately due to AI- I mean, slow internet connection.

A couple of days ago, I was just getting out of the shower, drying myself on and donning a pair of shorts, when I heard a huge commotion outside in the garden. At first, I thought it was one of the stupid neighbours again, they like to walk their dog AT NIGHT. Anyway, I was taking my time, when I heard mom yelling something to the maid in malay,

“……………….ULAR………”

And I thought ‘Oh SH’, as I ran to the window to see the battle going on. Babe had a black snake between here jaws, flailing it about.
I ran to my room, and took my bamboo staff/stick, and ran down to the garden.
When I got down, the snake was already seemingly dead on the ground, Babe was panting heavily, and drooling. I turned around and Babe ran back to the corpse and carried it a few metres, before I caught her and told her to drop it, which she did.

Just to make sure, I swung at the snake’s head, crushing it.

VS

At the vet, we were checking over the corpse of the snake, after Babe had been checked over for any bite wounds. The Cobra was 4 feet long, and more than capable to killing a Great Dane (ie. Scoooby-Dooooby-dooooo.) It had a huge wound near the middle, and it seems the spine had been crushed. Now, Babe is not only a Guardian, but also a Strategist, to some extent. Her attack severely wounded the Intruder, as the broken spine meant the snake could not turn around and stab it’s toxin filled fangs into Babe as she swung it around in her maw. When the snake DID strike, however, Babe was fast enough to evade it, as it merely scratched her ear, not deep enough to inject any venom.

We left the vet, Babe calmed down, and feeling proud. Babe, The Guardian, The Strategist, The Snake-bane. Okay, maybe that’s a little too much. But still. This was not her first encounter with a cobra, though. Years back, another cobra, similar to this one, came into our garden. Coney, the other Golden Retriever, was the one who fought it off, but got bitten right in the snout. She died an hour or two later. Coney was the more aggressive of the two, jumping right into the fray, which is what got her killed…

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Anyway, Exam week next week, i’m so screwed.

It’s been a crazy week. A lot of things happening, a few laughs, and much sadness. On the 31 of May, I decided to stay back at school for my first ever soccer training, until around 5PM. It was tiring, but I had a lot of fun, though I had to be sent to the hospital, more on that later. Anyway, I dragged myself to the main office building, at the other end of the school, and began to feel the aftereffects of over strain. I felt dizzy, light headed. Like on the brink of vomiting and passing out at the same time. I walked over to a bench, dropped the plastic bag (with my dirty clothes and school shoes) on one end and lied down on the bench, the bag acting as a pillow of sorts. I shut my eyes for awhile, the dizziness dissipating. I ‘woke up’ after a few minutes, finally feeling better. When mom arrived to pick me up, I shambled towards the red Volvo, and was surprised to see a little white and grey kitten sitting in the front passenger seat.

Mom says she found him under the Volvo in the factory, when the women working in the office were outside peering below the vehicle. She stuck her hand out, under the car and called for the kitten, and he walked straight into her hands. If that isn’t trust, I do not know what is.

Anyway, I was still feeling a little bit dizzy, as I let the kitten walk around on me, nibbling and clawing my hands, so mom decided to drive me to the hospital to get a pressure test done.  Turns out everything was fine, so we left on our way back home, when I suggested we take the cat to the vet, to get his shots and deworming. Well, we went back home, to grab Kit, my black cat, because he seemed to be having eating problems. At the vet, the kitten was dewormed and everything, but was discovered to have symptoms of Cat Flu, so it was suggested he stayed at the vet for a few days, to get cured, then given a vaccination. Kit had gum infection, so was given pain killers for that, and also some meds. I had decided to name the grey furball- Cloud.

Days went by, uneventfully, until around Saturday or Sunday, I suggested we go see Cloud. At the vet, he seemed fine, he was crapping okay, and had no dietary problems. He seemed to be cured of the Flu, and the vet said it was fine to take him home, so we did. At first, he was a little freaked out by the dogs at home, and Chi Nap Nap, the resident fat cat didn’t take too kindly to him dropping in, resulting in her hissing and spitting. Kit seemed to tolerate him, though, and vice versa. I suppose this must also be due to Kit being rather calm and loving, as opposed to grumpy.

The dogs? Cloud usually avoided them like the plague, growling whenever he’s anywhere close to one, even dear old Buffy. Eventually however, he got used to Buffy, regularly clawing and swiping at his tail whenever he walked by. I even let him play with a small ball with a bell inside, and a stuffed lion from an old McDonald’s Happy Meal, which he always attacked with vigour.

Meanwhile, the school production practice was coming along, blah blah blah, boring stuff. THEN came the god forsaken ICT Practical ‘exam’, which caught everyone unawares. It was horrible, like crossing through Omaha. I completely failed it. Stupid HTML, and stupid Dreamweaver. I was pissed for the rest of the day.

Then…On Thursday, 7th June, disaster struck. The day before Cloud was exploring outside, getting used to the dogs, and going through the garden. At night when it was time to lock up, he was still outside, so I presumed he was sleeping. The next morning I woke up with a bad feeling, that something was going to happen. I came down and realised he still wasn’t in the house, so I asked mom about him, and she just pointed to the garage, and he was apparantly walking around (I didn’t see him), so I left it at that. I was already late for school, so I hurriedly got in the car, Mom apparently checked for the kitten, looking under the car and all that, and couldn’t find him, so she figured he was already inside, but I didn’t see him, at all. We reversed out the drive way, when I heard some strange rattling noise coming from the left side of the car…And halfway out of the gate, we saw it..It was a horrific scene…Little Cloud lay on the drive way..Dead…His insides out..I felt horrible, mom began to cry a bit. I was mentally swearing at myself. I knew something like this was going to happen, when I didn’t see him to into the house…Mom blamed Chip, one of the stupidest dogs i’ve had, because he was probably scaring the kitten into seeking refuge under the car, as Cloud was always scared of the outside dogs. I’ve hated myself since that day, I KNOW I could have saved him..But..

Tonight (or last night) was the IIS Prom, Year 11’s departure from the school. It was not as fun, and I didn’t really have a great time, for a variety of reasons. More on that next time.