Feb 09, 2009 09:29
I just put the kitten out after she tried to tear up our sofa. I'm starting to have less sympathy for her and I wish she'd pester someone else. *intolerance*
She did, however, manage to redeem herself slightly last night when she crawled all over me and left kitty kisses all over my face. It's rather painful to repress squee, but I did feel rather loved...despite being worried sick about Nutmeg.
Dad found her this morning, under the house (there's a basket down there). I have a feeling that she was in there all yesterday, even though we called her plaintively. She's not very well. She's sluggish and fretful. Mum and I were going to take her to the vet, but I left her unattended for 5 minutes whilst Mum popped out to Khandallah vet to get a carrying basket and...Nutmeg pushed a sliding door open and escaped.
Why, I ask myself, couldn't I stay put and watch her?
Now I just feel helpless and stupid.
I hope she's ok out there. I love that cat.
EDIT: I made something. Come look.
http://ablativeabsolute.loudthought.co.nz.
grey,
cats,
ahhh shit,
nutmeg