Starbucks, anyone?

A cat has just landed in this place that I call home. We picked it from the Taman Megah market place and proceeded to bring it to my wangsa maju apartment with the full intention of letting it go to the streets.

But fate has it that somehow I decided it would come to my house and now it lives in a shoe box lined with newspaper and cloth, drinks Fernleaf powdered milk laced with sugar from a MAS square food tray (the one where they put salad in it) and meows like nobody's business when its hungry.

We baptised it in a green tea mild soap bath and fluffed it dry in a towel. Where it proceeded to fall asleep inside the towel and later on was given the shoebox by Connie (the mother) to sleep in my room. I'm supposed to be the father because I'm the one who disciplines the cat apparently.

After thinking of names - Puss in Boots (cuz of the shoe box), Cally (cuz its a Calico cat) - we decied to name it STARBUCKS. Don't ask me why, the name just fits. It looks like a latte mix expresso anyways because its white, black and black-orangey :P

Here's one picture of it sleeping. It fell asleep while peeking over its shoe box to look at me.

This is one of Starbucks on my bed's comforter getting sleepy. Isn't she cute? <3

Pastor Gloria said I can keep it in the house for now. So in the mean time, I'm going to go shop for a litter box and enquire about how much it costs to deworm the kitten. I shall get it a collar with a bell on it so we can locate t when it hides and think of a way to fence off a place in my room so that I can train Starbucks to do its poo=poo :)

I love pets, so don't be surprised if I gush about my kitten too much. YOU ARE WARNED HUMANS!!!!