May 21, 2010
It’s almost officially over. Another 24 hours and we would be getting a go-ahead that we should be able to go on home. How’s that for a good news, eh!
With the same breath, we also realised that it really ain’t over till its over. Curfews are currently still in place and it will be another quiet night in Bangkok. At least, we can now tell ourselves that the worst has passed and whatever has happened, had to happen eventually. It will be a while till things get back to normal…but at least we can now start the recovery process.
I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing; but the area in which we live in has now been officially been declared as as one of the disaster zones! Talk about drama-mama…
May 20, 2010
NOT!
The poor cats have been a confused lot since we got here. They can’t seem to get comfortable, they don’t eat very much and they all are constipated. I think they are pretty annoyed at us for disrupting their routine. I’ll go on a limb here and say that they probably hate us right now.
Donut for one, has been squeaking more and more to let us know that in no uncertain terms, does he like his new routine and it is something he does not want to get used to. For an unusually quiet cat who probably has not mastered the art of meowing, his frequent squeaks sounds quite heart-wrenching to the ears.
Poor, poor cats! They did seem more relaxed today (just a tad!) though, but that doesn’t mean that they are liking it. Obviously, they don’t have a clue to the kind of stress we are facing. I reckon all they care about is the fact that they have been greatly inconvenienced and how dare us humans stress them out like that. :p
They looked so frightened in the first few hours of being here that they each refused to get out of their respective cat bags. We had to force them out. A little while later, I saw the 3 of them huddling together right outside the bedroom door looking oh-so-pathetic, that I can’t help but try to get a candid shot of them all at once.
Of course, the moment I took out my camera, Andy decided to run away and hide, leaving Donut and Fudge looking rather wary, yet so lost. Quite funny…especially if you had seen what I saw when Andy was in between them, with the same (and only more retarded) expression.
If anything, they are a source of our amusement in this current stressful situation!
May 20, 2010
While we don’t consider ourselves refugees and far from being beggars in this context of being evacuated from our own home, it is also quite unfortunate that we can’t choose the type of place we want as our temporary home.
Currently, we are being put up somewhere in Soi 39. It’s not a very snazzy-fancy place; just a small 1-bedroom service apartment where the ceiling is really low, and hardly any room for 2 adults and 3 cats to run around. There are plenty of apartments in the building itself and it is equipped with decent condo-style facilities. However, the entire area is not very sound-proof. We can hear people chattering away as they walked past our door, and practically anyone who happened to open and close their door when they come in/go out.
Because of its sheer size as well, ventilation in the apartment became a little bit of an issue. As a consequence, both Silver Bullet and me have been sneezing our heads off since we got here. Piritons and nose-sprays are now our best-friends. And oh, there’s this sewage stench in the bathroom that just would not go away, too.
I miss our home already. At present, I guess we just have to live with what we have been provided till we are allowed to go back home.
The main area with an attached kitchen pantry, taken from different angles:
The master-bedroom and bathroom:
