Before more people misunderstood "KVETCH" as a person name, perhaps I should explain the meaning a little.
Kvetch actaully meant to complain and whine. This blog named "Kvetch Haven" so that I can complain a little, whine a little about life. Of course, this blog will not be solely on constant whinning and complain.
Midnite's Journal -- Part 2
whispered @ Thursday, January 26, 2006 by stardusz
I think I am sick. My nose is blocked and I make some funny noises whenever I breathe. My eyes teared as if I have just cried a lot. I rested alot in the cage, a home that the girl has made it for me.
I do not feel like moving a lot nor do I feel like eating. The girl, Fion, who fostered me, mentioned that she will bring me to the vet but I do not know that is that about.
Fion was gone after she failed to fed me with milk. I tasted the milk during the struggle. It taste weird and I don't like the taste at all. While I was resting in my home, Fion's mother got me out of the place again and attempted to feed me with milk again. I struggled and scratched her. I was put back to the cage and waited to be brought to the vet.
I wonder what is a vet. Why did they want to bring me to the vet?
By evening time, my flu got really bad that I have some problem breathing, but Fion was not back and I still want to know what is vet.
Fion was back, I looked at her, wanted her to bring me to vet, but she apologized to me and say will bring me to the vet tomorrow after work. I do not really understand what she meant but I am eager to go to vet.
That night, though I am not feeling well I enjoyed playing with Fion and her family. It is nice to be in a family, I miss my mother. I slept with Fion on a furry rug, the feeling is nice, I felt mother once again. I miss mother.
This is me sleeping on the rug and beside Fion's leg:
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