Hmmm, wonder if this is fixed. I hope you are able to see this timeline image above of how many kittens can be born from just two unspayed/neutered cats - although I still don't think this blog is functioning correctly. Again, please bear with me.
This morning I was approached by this tall, thin, crazy eyed-looking, clean cut black guy who - pointing to a truck on the side of the street - asked me for some cash - he said 'can ya help a brother, I just need $1 or $2, I will give it back to you, I just need to get gas for my truck'. I held the bag of cat food and jug of water up and said, "look, I don't carry money with me, if I had it, I just carry cat food and water." I felt bad, but then I thought, who is walking around in that neighborhood, no gas, no phone, not a dime to his name. Unless he is feeding cats, he is trouble. So he muttered something and went on his way. So did I. Cats were out in full force this morning, all hungry, all waiting. I saw a total of four raccoons. I was also able to finally pet a kitty on Baldwin that I have thought was pregnant. I felt under her belly, and for the quick time I had with her, she either recently gave birth, or she is pregnant. I've reached out to Habitat for Cats for a clinic appointment with them for her for next Wednesday, have yet to hear back, but hopefully this little girl will get fixed one way or another. So sweet and pretty she is. My heart breaks each morning at something I see. They are all so hungry out there!
By Emily Dickinson 1830–1886 Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.