Catch Up.
Hi. Well, sorry for the gap, it's been a weird kind of week. Full, for me, with the minging migraine monster, as fleurette67 calls him. I urgently need a new head. Not much to report really, life is just ticking along in its usual way. I'm feeling worried about stuff these days, though I'm trying hard not to be. I had another call from J yesterday. I was right to be worried about him, he's about to go into hospital for investigation into a stomach complaint he has, it could be an ulcer, or it could be something else. I don't care what he did to me, I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy! The thought that he might have to face losing his home as well is scaring him to death, and it would me too. It's a piss-awful mess! I'm just praying like I never prayed before, for him, for me, for things to just for once come right for me, for us all.
We had a visitor on Wednesday. I'd heard him hanging around for a while. When Levi was here putting up the fan I'd first heard the plaintive miaow, and Levi had said that a tiny black and white kitten was hanging around the porch. Charles said we mustn't give it anything, as the landlord didn't allow us to have pets. Well, the mewing went on and on for days. Wednesday, I finally couldn't stand it, yes, me, the animal hater, and told Charles the landlord could go whistle dixie out his ass! As long as we didn't let it inside, he couldn't do anything. We opened the screen door to see if it would come on to the porch, whether it was friendly and in what kind of condition it was. It came in, a tiny kitten just a few months old according to Charles, who knows about cats. It was skin and bones, you could count every single rib through its coat, its little mouth was dry and it was starving. It was extremely tame and gentle, which tole us it had been someone's pet, but with no collar. When Bro Paul came to pick us up for church he said he'd seen it, and other kittens, hanging around an empty house over the street. The people had moved away and left the cats.
When we got back from church he was still on the porch, we've left the door ajar for him, he's a friendly little thing. we feed him night and morning and tomorrow we'll get him a flea collar. We'll make sure we find a place for him to live before we leave, as we're out of here in six weeks. Maybe it wasn't sensible to have helped him, but I absolutely couldn't stand that crying any longer.
Well, I guess that's all for now, I'm still feeling pretty yuk, so I think I'm going to go back and lie down. Charles is being amazing to me while I'm feeling so ill. Just the dearest, gentlest doctor in the world. I'm so lucky to have him, and good friends. Huge huggies to you all. Be back when I feel more human. See y'all!
We had a visitor on Wednesday. I'd heard him hanging around for a while. When Levi was here putting up the fan I'd first heard the plaintive miaow, and Levi had said that a tiny black and white kitten was hanging around the porch. Charles said we mustn't give it anything, as the landlord didn't allow us to have pets. Well, the mewing went on and on for days. Wednesday, I finally couldn't stand it, yes, me, the animal hater, and told Charles the landlord could go whistle dixie out his ass! As long as we didn't let it inside, he couldn't do anything. We opened the screen door to see if it would come on to the porch, whether it was friendly and in what kind of condition it was. It came in, a tiny kitten just a few months old according to Charles, who knows about cats. It was skin and bones, you could count every single rib through its coat, its little mouth was dry and it was starving. It was extremely tame and gentle, which tole us it had been someone's pet, but with no collar. When Bro Paul came to pick us up for church he said he'd seen it, and other kittens, hanging around an empty house over the street. The people had moved away and left the cats.
When we got back from church he was still on the porch, we've left the door ajar for him, he's a friendly little thing. we feed him night and morning and tomorrow we'll get him a flea collar. We'll make sure we find a place for him to live before we leave, as we're out of here in six weeks. Maybe it wasn't sensible to have helped him, but I absolutely couldn't stand that crying any longer.
Well, I guess that's all for now, I'm still feeling pretty yuk, so I think I'm going to go back and lie down. Charles is being amazing to me while I'm feeling so ill. Just the dearest, gentlest doctor in the world. I'm so lucky to have him, and good friends. Huge huggies to you all. Be back when I feel more human. See y'all!