May 12, 2011 14:49
It has been a crappy couple of days, as we waited, hoping that the mother cat would come back to the kittens. She would come back and stand by the box the kittens were in, sniff the box, look in the box, but never actually go in the box with the kittens. We tried several configurations of the box. Nothing worked. We called two local animal rescue places. One never got back to me. The other put me in touch with someone who said that at that point the chance of them living is very small without the mother (after having not been nursed for more than 12 hours). That was basically what we thought. The nice woman on the phone said to keep the box near the coop in case the mother came back. She didn't. The kittens died last night. We buried them this morning. The whole thing sucked, and I am glad it is over.
This morning, I noticed that Mustardseed was limping. I figure that she got into a fight with a cat or jumped down from the perch and landed wrong. We checked her over for cuts and didn't find any, so we're going to give her 48 hours and then call the chicken doctor.
Not everything has sucked, though. I have nearly finished my shoes. I have glued the soles on with contact cement. That mostly seems to have worked, although the parts that bend (ie around the toe) don't stick as well. I'm going to try Barge cement. I also recovered the ripped seat pad on the stool. I had been planning on using black vinyl, but then I joked with Joel that we could make it fancy by recovering it in leather. He liked the idea, so I used red leather on it.
I'm still doing well with my recovery. I saw my psychologist yesterday, and she was really excited. We are still busy preparing for the motorcycle trip to Arizona.
chickens,
mental health