TG. We wish our lives away just waiting for Fridays to come. For me, a weekend consists of half a day. Saturday afternoon. Saturday morning still begins at 4 am. when I get up to get my own brood fed, and then myself caffeinated enough to go out the door at 5:10 to feed at 16 stops for the next hour. I then come home, prepare the food for the homeless cats for the next day, and think about what I want to cook, as I quickly browse through cut out recipes before heading to Walmart for canned cat food, and then over to Wegmans for the rest of my list. Once I return home around 8 am., I have a little breakfast and then its off to the races! Meaning, the next three hours I spend cleaning my house from top to bottom. And that's just surface stuff. I wish I had an organizer to come over to my basement, and closets, and tell me what to get rid of! I can then (MAYBE) relax the rest of the day, before Sunday comes when I begin my early morning all over again, and MAYBE go back to bed for an hour, if I can fall back asleep! The rest of the day is spent fixating on having to go to work the next day, besides trying to make my yard and garden a showcase while its still summer, in my dreams. But this Sunday, I am hoping to rescue two females from the streets and bring them to the barn in Caledonia where they will hopefully live out the rest of their lives in the country, rather than fighting for their lives on the very mean city streets.
Laura was out there at the crack BEFORE dawn today trying to trap Neck Wound Kitty (Nicky) with her drop trap. I don't think she had any luck, as its now 6:45 am., an hour and a half since I passed her, and no call from her. I just don't know what to do with this - even the Queen of Trapping can't get him. He just won't fall for a trap, yet he is suffering so much. I've watched this for years and it breaks my heart!