Its been a long crazy five days, but oh so wonderful. I could live like this forever, not working, but know its not possible, for today. I can admit though, that I actually experienced boredom. But did I catch up on the gazillion things I put off when I am not bored? No. I didn't open one magazine, or read one newspaper. Did I pick up a novel to read, something I haven't done in a couple of years? No. Did I go to the movies and spend a few hours outside of my own head? No. Did I go shopping? Did I pull dead hosta leaves from the garden, no. Instead, I took naps, and cooked. I visited with a few friends, and cleaned. I drank a bit of wine. That is the extent of my week. But it was bliss nevertheless.
The Feed a Cat For Christmas campaign is moving along nicely. I have received donations for the first NINE days of December. Although besides one, no one has mentioned they would like their donation in honor or in memory of anyone. Please be sure to let me know either in the notes when you make a credit card donation, or email me. Thank you so much for making this happen Carrie. I don't have the creativity to think of stuff like this, but its amazing how much its appreciated, to know that the food is covered by someone for a day. Its truly amazing. Thank you so much all of you for your donations.
The hood remained the hood this past week. There was a shooting on Second and Bay in the early morning Thanksgiving day. I feed at the opposite end of Second - and there were no signs of police presence, I didn't even know about it until I got home from my rounds.
I spiffed up a few shelters and fed a bit more food on Thanksgiving morning. I drove away, as I always do, sad about the cats I've had to leave behind. I always tell them, one day, I will come back for you. And you. And you. Yes, and you too. :) I must say, this past year, people were kinder to my shelters. Not too many destroyed, except for the incident on Pennsylvania and Fourth, where Crazy Tim destroyed my stuff, until I had to call the police, and then went and got a garden permit, and spiffed this vacant lot up. Its going to be beautiful come spring when the bulbs we planted bloom. The shelters behind it are nearly invisible, but the eight or so cats remain. I pray they use the newly built shelters there this winter. They are going to need them.
Patches, the kitty with the chronic stomatitis, is still very ill. He has moments where his mouth looks ok (he isn't drooling blood and his tongue seems to be licking all the time), and he will come out to eat. I've had to give him 3 mls. per day of antibiotic and steroid. I mix it in with his food, sometimes he will eat it, sometimes not. The meds do not seem to be working. His mouth makes this little chucking sound, I can't describe it in words, but you can tell he is having a hard time just licking, or swallowing. I will call the vet again today and see what they say. Don't forget, he is also hiding under the bed in the spare room I have. I have to pull him out each time. I cuddle with him, he purrs in my arms, but he is not a happy boy. I feel terrible about it. I know you have all made suggestions, but please, walk in my shoes. I have a full plate, and its hard for me to do the research and different vets, money, etc. If you can make it easier for me, feel free. But I also can't allow Patches to suffer like he is either. Buttons is doing better, but he is also hiding, not as much, but still hides. He is a SWEETHEART when I hold him. He has never known a life of caring. Its absolutely amazing to see the transformation of a cat that has never known a home.
Tomorrow I have some new stuff to share about Maryleigh. She is a sick woman. In the meantime, off to work I go!
Have a great day!
"It seems to me that any full grown, mature adult would have a desire to be responsible, to help where he can in a world that needs so very much, that threatens us so very much."