Odd isn't it. That only at 19 have I seemingly fulfilled one of my unimportant little childhood desires - to raise and keep an orphaned animal. Not unlike the many stories about children and their pets and life on the farm in the country that I literally grew up on. Well only at 19 do I even have the time to take care of an orphaned animal full-time. I'm beginning to realise it takes a lot of commitment too. A whole lot. Heh. I'm babbling. Ah well.

Imagine if I were still a kid... And I was asked to write a short essay about my holidays. You know, those beginning-of-the-term homework essays? I think it'd probably start like this:

I spent most of my holidays in the toilet.

Teacher raises eyebrows.

My family keeps a kitten in there.

Ah. Enlightenment.

I found the kitten one day. Mummy allowed me to keep it. I named the kitten Squee. Squee was sick when I found him. I took him to the vet and the vet gave him some medicine. Squee got better and runs around quite a bit. He sleeps a lot too. I think kittens get tired easily because they grow and run around so much. I have to feed Squee milk and canned food about 5 times a day. One day he did not want anymore milk. It was strange. Kittens usually like milk. But Squee didn't want anymore milk. So I do not give him milk now. I feed him more canned food though. Squee is still very small for a kitten his age. And one of his eyes is tearing. He seems alright but mummy says I should bring him to the vet again just to be sure. I think I will bring him soon. I hope Squee grows up into a big and strong cat.