Yes, God has a plan, thats all I can say. My turmoil surrounding Luna, the little black kitten, ended yesterday. I was instructed to call the man who adopted her four weeks or so ago, (see my post from yesterday) between 3-4 yesterday, and I was thankful for the opportunity to get his voice mail at 3:08 (I was nervous to speak to him, thinking he was going to tell me to come get the kitten) – I left a very sweet message for this man, apologizing for my tardiness in sending him the paperwork showing her spay, and shots, and asking him how he would like the paperwork delivered to him - mail, in person, or by e-mail (he does not have e-mail, so it would have to be a friend of his to receive it that way). When he returned my call, he started with “ I want to start with an apology to you – you should never have been on the other end of the phone last night – I had a very bad day, and you didn’t deserve that – you have been nothing but good and kind to me.” I told him that all was well, and for him not to think another thing about it. That it was forgotten. He loves Luna. J He said to stick papers in mail, and I did with a sweet note, and a little kitty prayer card for him.
I drove up to the vacant house on Short today, and someone had been there yesterday, and cleaned everything up, including the shelter I had in back there. My heart sank, as there were at least five cats waiting, and wondering what was going on. I noticed two of my wooden huts were placed behind the house over the lot, and that was all that was left. I left a note on the steps, with my card, with the note reading to return my shelters - the plastic totes, and my boards. I am sick over this, and will need to rebuilt behind the other house on Sixth. I need plastic totes, and large boards, and need to find another tarp. They took that too. Bastards!
That's all for today, I feel dismayed. I don't think people are even reading what I write.
So, thanks for reading, if you are, and I will go crawl in my hole now.
Have a nice day!