I had today off. Well, sort of.
Since I didn’t have to work for my employer, I decided to catch up on a few projects around the house. By the time we finished school and everything else, I was more tired than I usually am after working (for pay) all day.
I’ve just finished the dinner dishes and still have several things to do before I can collapse for the night. I wanted to take a few minutes, though, to thank everyone who keeps checking in even though I haven’t been posting much lately.
I also appreciate the nice, supportive emails and I will catch up with those as soon as I possibly can. Just composing these few lines has been something of a challenge, and I prefer to answer emails when I can give them the attention they deserve. Right now, I’m asleep at the wheel.
That’s about all I’ve got left in me for tonight. I’ll close with another photo from Funnyville. It illustrates perfectly how I feel right now, and I think my dear friend and chosen sister will appreciate it.
Hope this makes you smile, Bonnie! I’ll catch up with you in morning.
For some strange reason, I really want to believe this cat is talking. Maybe it’s because I like cats so much. But I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s not as it appears. Nevertheless, it’s kind of funny, and I think all cat lovers/owners can relate to what’s going on here:
Chessie The Amazing Real Live Talking Cat
Well, that was certainly interesting.
It’s amazing how much effort it takes to care for three tiny kittens. Bottle-feeding, for starters, was something quite new for me. My son was breastfed, so mixing, measuring, and washing up were things I never even thought about when he was a baby. And did you know that bottle-fed kittens need to be burped just like human babies? It was really kind of funny to hear; it sounded more like a squeak than any burp my son ever let loose.
Although I had never thought about burping kittens, it didn’t really come as a huge surprise. One thing that did catch me off guard, however, was the fact that very young kittens do not spontaneously pee or poop; they have to be stimulated. Usually, the mother cat does this by licking the kittens on their bottoms. But with Mother Cat no longer in the picture, who do you think inherited this honor? You guessed it: Yours Truly. I’ve never been much of an arse kisser, so you can imagine how relieved I was to learn that this ritual can be simulated with the use of a damp cotton ball. And, by golly, it works. Who knew? Well… someone did, obviously.
When my cat had kittens a few years ago, I did wonder briefly where they “went”. I saw Sassy licking their bums, but it only registered in my brain as grooming. I now realize that it was grooming and then some. I was probably just in denial. I mean, who wants to think about these things? In fact, you’re probably not thanking me for making you think about it, but I refuse to bear the burden of this knowledge alone.
Seriously, though, it was an interesting and fun experience for the most part. Not only did I learn about caring for kittens, I learned quite a bit about the pet over-population in our area, and the resources available to deal with it.
I was hoping for an uneventful weekend. I should have known better.
Yesterday afternoon, my son was helping chase down a neighbor’s dog. Upon following the dog into the alley, he came across an abandoned litter of kittens. There were three of them, and they couldn’t be more than two or three weeks old. They were filthy, surrounded by swarming flies, and one kitten’s eyes were matted shut. It was so sad.
My son is a huge animal lover, and I’m quite fond of them myself. We couldn’t just leave them there, so we gathered them up in a towel, and took them into our utility room. They were barely moving and wouldn’t even take water.